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Aug 2018
I am a stagnant water
Born during a heavy rain
As the tears of cloud meets the dry soil
I'm slowly being awakened
Now, the sun is about to dry me up
I'm clinging for the remaining drop
Waiting for the next rain to be reborn again
Feeling stagnant
Written by
Ivan Lee
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