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Dec 2019
it is the rain
it pitters solemnly
it never fades
it is the rain,
but you are the sun,
and the sun breaks way.
Reflection of the sun in puddles of mud.
there is beauty.
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Tenant  M/Denver
(M/Denver)   
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   sophie
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