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Aug 2013
An eerie, placid evening,
alone under the glare of the street light
reflecting off the glowing puddles of rain
that softly pitter-patter on my head,
and on my squeaking boots,
as a continual reminder of how alive I am.
And alone.

Reminds me of when you were here too.
Laura
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Laura
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   Sabrina DLT
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