Holding the umbrella
So the mizzle won't touch her
And she brags all the time that she likes rain.
Meantime ******
May be it's an escape
from the huddle
Where she doesn't want to be seen
not even by herself
to forget the consciousness of her own existence.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Holding the umbrella
So the mizzle won't touch her
And she brags all the time that she likes rain.
Meantime ******
May be it's an escape
from the huddle
Where she doesn't want to be seen
not even by herself
to forget the consciousness of her own existence.
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