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Nov 2014
Rain on me.
Wash away my trouble.
Cleanse my wounds and
break me free of my vacant daze.
The snowstorm of thoughts only
rush past me...
Are my eyes forever fixed on
that place
Where I expect you to appear?
Flow away with the water;
Be gone from my mind!
AMcQ
Written by
AMcQ  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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   Devon Webb
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