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Nov 2018
My happiness found a
new home in the clouds

It taunts me that a drought
is here and will be long

The rain will not come
for many monthsΒ Β 

I am alone in the sticky
cold sadness of the winter
If you see this, call me
Written by
Lexa  20/F/Georgia
(20/F/Georgia)   
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   Loser, E B K and Daniel eason
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