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Jun 17
It falls like rain
Simple and plain
Dropplets riddle
Each other
And the ground moves them

And in a pool
Recallers whirl
Darting away
As if
Run by some fool
Swiming like they would never reach the floor

Well you just stepped
In little waves
On which God knows how many wept
But where painters
Got their own caves
To think dinosaurs never got the chance to learn existentialism !
Written by
Pointless Circle  26/M/France
       july hearne, izzn, Indeed and Rupal
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