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Nov 2012
The raining brings rememberings
of different beds in different rooms
of hard floors and soft arms
of cold nights but warm hands

The pattering against the swish of tents
and slanted, slated roofs
and slipping down windows
and tips of noses

The feeling of raining
of Warm and of Safe
The raining brings rememberings
and coldness and pain

It will never be the same again.
DomtheCurlyful
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   John Butler
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