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Jan 2019
I depart into the downpour.
You cannot hear each step I trod,
Nor can you smell the petrichor
That resonates beneath my feet;
Feet that were seldom worn
Yet often used.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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