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Jun 2019
The drops ,
they drip
but gently
This time
I can only hope
the softness reminds him
of me
Where have you run off to?
You left me
out here in the rain
to dry myself
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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