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Nov 2019
Mornings like these,
when the sun don't rise
and the gloom peaks through my window pane
when the flowers don't bloom
and the rain is near,
I feel it all at once,
or nothing at all,
but there's never any
in between
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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