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Sep 2014
Its two in the morning
and instead of listening to
the noisy flood
of keyboard and bass.
I listen to rain.
cause that's all that is there.
with no boat to paddle me away
and no door to float on
I watch everything crumble.
Written by
Keenan Dixon
388
   rufus and SPT
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