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Oct 2014
I hear the drops of water
Shaking what once stood
I listen to the thunderstorms
That turn metal into wood

I see and sense the lightening
Flicker before me at night
And it's not even winter
And it's not even right

You might say it's weird
But my sky's always gray
And from the time you've left me alone
My winter starts in May
A short poem about love and breakup.
Jace Kassem
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Jace Kassem  18/M/Beirut, Lebanon
(18/M/Beirut, Lebanon)   
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