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6d
Its raining.
Pouring,
Vivid flow of sorrow.

It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Outgrew you.

Now,
Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.
Sleep well darling.
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WaterSheep  18
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