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Aug 2021
The dreary weather
Pounding against the windows
Entirely impractical-
The windows I have: entirely imaginary
My train is due to come
A stowaway, I am.
The only soother for my wayward will
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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