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Oct 3
It’s drizzling, the sky is covered
with dense clouds,
though it’s autumn.
I’m walking on the dark road,
a wet road.
The clock has touched
almost the middle of the night.

I put my left hand on my chest
and feel the heartbeat.
Walking and thinking.
Thinking about the perspective
of walking in the middle of the night
under the rain with a few street dogs.
Written by
Sadique  39/M
(39/M)   
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   Zeno and Valentine
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