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May 2014
Listening
to the rain outside
and the thunderstorm within.

Watching
you sleeping beside me,
asking myself
“What am I doing here?”

Perhaps
I should get dressed,
let myself out
and get the nightbus home.

Then again,
I could stay here
with the sound of the rain in my ears
and you in my arms.
Barry  Nicholas Smith
Written by
Barry Nicholas Smith  Brighton, England.
(Brighton, England.)   
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