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Oct 2018
Granola pattering between my teeth.

Rain crunching beneath my feet.

Wait a minute...

Was that what it ought to be?
Quietly mind you. Not the rain. Me.
Written by
       Crow, JAYWalker, Ben Noah Suri, ryn, Lily and 3 others
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