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Nov 9
Fast falls the rain,
cold upon the summer of my expectations,
and yet, I do not feel it wet upon my skin,
it puts a damper on my aspirations,
the earth is dry, my sense of drowning lies within
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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     Timothy and Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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