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May 2019
The drops of rain cascade down
The cold downpour reflects my pain
Like the sky was crying for me
And as I gaze out my window
I see the familiar grey skies
As my heart sees the imagery
Of which I cast upon myself
Except, I realize
Soon
The rain will stop, the skies will clear
And I'll still be here
Waiting for my grey skies to go blue
5/22/2019 12:29 AM
barbrodt
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barbrodt  21/M/Indiana
(21/M/Indiana)   
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