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Oct 2013
Summer rain
gently falling
on shoulders
unable to carry
the burdens you create
as you explain
why you can't love me.
The summer rain
dries quickly
on the dirt road
you drive away on -
leaving me
in your dust.
~Marea E. Johnson
Arantxa
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Arantxa  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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