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Apr 29
i love rain

the way our world feels after,
so refreshed and innocent,
without any need
to pretend

like the blue drops would have erased
the pages of world’s darkest places
finally creating a new chapter
of lifeΒ Β 
that allows us to begin again

the smell of petrichor gives me hope
petrichor = the smell of rain
maike
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maike  16/F
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     Benzene and Imran Islam
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