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Jan 2021
It's raining here today
I could see
the particles of dust
crumblingΒ Β into pieces
I could
smell the air,
ripe with the pleasant,
dewy petrichor
as if the Lady Earth had her ******.
Bk
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Bk  18/M/India
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