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Dec 2014
Millions
The air is crisp
Cold
Sending a lonesome chill
Down my back
The air is wet
Millions of raindrops
Falling
Tilting my head back
Opening my mouth
One drop
Finds my tongue
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay, --- and Amitav Radiance
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