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Jun 2018
When I allow them to
They overflow
They tumble
They fall hard, hot and fast
Each one a little different than the other
Big or small. They come in all different sizes.
When I allow them to
They dampen and darken a place that was  once sun kissed.
They have no direction
No goal
But somehow they’re on a race against time.
When I allow them to
They paint the canvas effortlessly.
Written by
Rachelle J  19/F/Prov
(19/F/Prov)   
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