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Nov 2014
The little drops of the first rain smelled like him.
Dewy mornings and shy sunshine.
Stolen rainbows and tender breezes.

The **** cherry tree was as tender as her.
Gentle autumn leaves and timid storms.
Careful clouds and bare branches.

He looked like autumn and she behaved like autumn.
Yet together, they blended into a biased winter.




-LynnAA
1/11/2014
Lynn Al-Abiad
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Lynn Al-Abiad
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     Abdullah Ayyash, ---, ---, r and ---
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