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May 2018
i’ve always thought the
sun was cold;
i put on my
jacket and longed for rain.

the mud stained my shoes,
trailing on the carpet; i fell into
the soil.
Rohan P
Written by
Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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