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Oct 2014
.
I stand
for hours
below
my
blue
umbrella
listening
for raindrops
spashes of water
or thundering storms
and for all I know
locusts
could just as soon
fall down
from the gloomy sky
and
bounce
in a transverse arc
on this
heavenly
dome
that I alone
chooses
to flip up
or down
with my own
arcane
powers
Nrem
Written by
Nrem  Stockholm, Sweden
(Stockholm, Sweden)   
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   Chelle Quezon
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