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Sep 2018
The dew drops off the brown brick still
I am not there to watch it
Back home everything stops
It is hard to imagine my life without me
In the gray city, I lie in bed
For what reason?
Why am I here
As the rain comes down
And washes the garbage away.
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
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         Pradip Chattopadhyay, Weeping willow, Kalon and Colm
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