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Feb 2019
It's the evening
There is no thunder, yet
It's bound to happen eventually
It's like the time versus the weather,
and yet there is no knowledge to everything
The mysterious and the real happenings, bound, to be forgotten

Β© Clarissa van Vreden
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Clarissa van Vreden
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