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Aug 2018
I feel the drops on my skin.
It's cold but it gives me a warmth.
They fall from the sky,
thousands and thousands of drops.
It makes me want to fly.
High above the ground.
Where I left al my sorrows.
Black Rose
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Black Rose  17/F/Belgium
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