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Jun 2019
The rain drops fall on the roof I hear them, do others hear them, too?  That’s the
only thing I’m listening to
As  I try to not perceive
my aching heart
That is calling
missing
craving
crying
for
y
o
u
Written by
A Poet  18/M
(18/M)   
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     ---, Beth Bayliss and Bogdan Dragos
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