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Apr 2014
The rain pours down as I think of those who surround me;

it strokes my face in a random precision.


The chatter of my friends the room over

have an ebb and flow like that of long hair.


They splash around in puddles of murk

as they smile, hoot, and smirk.


The emotion of the human race

makes my face raise and crease.


Mans astounds me as I gasp.

My friends unite and play

and each other they clasp.


I cannot see how humans can cause pain,

they just leave me breathless like the rain.
Josh
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Josh  Rhode Island
(Rhode Island)   
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