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May 2018
It rains properly for the first time in weeks,
In the low clouds i see a mirror with your reflection
Umbrellas hiding the faces of the people around us
While they look away, kiss me.
In the rain

Winter arrives my love
The smell of damp flowers brings comfort complimenting yours.
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     Shannon and Elizabethanne
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