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Dec 2018
Rain
Falling down from stone gray skies
I look up to the expanse of gathering clouds
Feeling them seep in, surely, slowly
A drop hits a rose, a petal falls
A sad splotch of red upon the ground
Another petal falls, adding crimson
To the puddle below
Written by
Ethel Bowmaster  22/Non-binary
(22/Non-binary)   
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