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Jan 2019
the rain, it falls
it stalls my heart
cold, inside,
inside of this heart

when will you be here
how long do i wait?
say, will you be here
before it's too late?

patters the rain
like fingers on drums
the clock it is ticking
while Gods do their sums
Chantell Wild
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Chantell Wild  south africa
(south africa)   
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