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Dec 2014
We changed like the seasons
Coming and going
Never quite staying in one place
When I met you,
I was rain
Falling ever so quietly
As I got to know you,
It stopped raining
The storm passed,
The sky looked clear.
Once I realized what was happening,
It started raining again
And it hasn’t stopped.
B M
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B M
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