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Nov 2014
love that drips from your finger tips
memories thats stored away in clouds
cleared those piles of pages that covered your eyes
your ears stopped hearing the raindrops shouting from my heart.

words that are still fresh.
a hurricane in my soul.
secretly waiting for it to calm
for you to come back.
Listen.
hanaB
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   ---, Timothy and Erenn
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