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May 2020
And I ran under the rain
Hoping to wash away all the pain
Tears weren't enough to cleanse the vain,
To erase the memories of bane.

I ran, skipped, turned
Cooling the soul with third degree burns
Gentle drops from heaven calmed my nerves
Temporarily, agony was shunned.
Mitzi Ambrad
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Mitzi Ambrad  F/Philippines
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