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Jun 10
I was once told,
“the rain was a bit odd,”
said by the old
who was holding a gourd.

How can such elders promote
the apple they bit and remote,
having the antidote but
refused to use the boat?

I did not believe that the rain was weird
perhaps I learned to embrace, even the strongest wind.
Devin Blakheorte
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Devin Blakheorte  17/M
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