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Jan 28
As watching the falling rain tiny droplets weaving patterns down the window
pain since she passed away life has now never be the
As graze upon the rain drench streets I'm remembering when we walk hand In hand down these very streets all now seems a very long time
Off to the park It to there we did go where sat and we talked and we stayed for a while
It was while looking In her eyes I knew I was In love with this beautiful girl and I now wanted to be with her, lost In the moment forgetting briefly the cold
Then slowly coming out of my daydreaming back to the reality of life alone and the
rain weaving pattern down the window pane on another cold and missable
Watching rain forming patterns as they weave
there way down the
window on a another
miserable day
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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