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Mar 2019
The grime covering my mind, withers into the rain, bringing clouds of grey to walk the streets of stonework, hovering steadily.

Looking up at the stacked windows, the glow of home decorates the shadows with waltzing patterns.

I hide from the foggy blackness beneath my red umbrella.
The fabric canopy lives to keep me dry and loved.
Lahkeesha Ghastin
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Lahkeesha Ghastin  29/F/Appleton, WI
(29/F/Appleton, WI)   
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