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May 2020
The rain washed away
Your soft words;
Into my quiet step
You came by,
Didn't stand away;
You just stared
In the crowd's noise,
But didn't see,
Didn't hear me.
Maybe that's why
You have never loved
Me.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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   David P Carroll
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