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Mar 2013
We will end like rain
Going steady for a short time,
decreasing painfully slow
to a pace too unbearable to stand,
then to scarce scattered drops,
then to nothing.
Eventually there will be nothing left,
except wet grass that will dry when eventually the sun comes up.
Written by
Jordan
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