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May 2010
I am longing summer rain.
Sweet cohesion, cold to touch.
The rain clouds red to the setting sun.
I miss the poetry, spewed
On those nights; Friends held close
I need those moments
that are so dear.
Being a masked vigilante,
And a gazelle.
I will walk these quiet streets
And it will be
As it was
In the summer.
Written by
Daniel august
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   Arantxa
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