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May 2013
Here I am,
sitting by myself
staring at the window
watching the rain.

It pours down softly
and the sound it makes
hitting the pavement
reminds me of a friend.

regardless of the pain
I canΒ΄t help but to think of those days
when he was here sitting in this chair.
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