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Jan 2014
i have nothing
left to say

i write these words
scrawled across
the paling sky

a tear drop
from a god
falls upon my cheek

kissing me
saving me
with sadness
it allows me to walk
away

the sound of thunder
applauding
my sad smile
will be the last thing
you see of me
cracking your sky

if one can stop
loving
then i think
i just have
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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