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Jul 2014
A mountain downpour
plays its melody
on oaken boards
& I lie here alone,
starring into the pitch
humming a sacred tune
& thinking of you,
I kiss the cool night air,
the pretty blue flower
you wore in your hair
the night you left me
crying in the rain.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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