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A normal rainy day Dark clouds, rhythm fused together I am standing with my umbrella As an unsaid rule My hands catching the little drops Seeing someone running Someone waiting But my gaze got struck with someone Someone in WHITE with no rules No ruthless runs Every drops on him says a story His Cargo's and White T-shirt are saying their own story Left thinking is he so confident to let it ruin with the rain His hair curling upto his eye lashes His smile stands him out in the deamed rainy vision. His jaw tightened when he looked up in freedom His hands are close to his body but I can imagine them dancing I said there is nothing new But I am still in my unsaid rules And he is joying freely.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Nothing New.
A normal rainy day Dark clouds, rhythm fused together I am standing with my umbrella As an unsaid rule My hands catching the little drops Seeing someone running Someone waiting But my gaze got struck with someone Someone in WHITE with no rules No ruthless runs Every drops on him says a story His Cargo's and White T-shirt are saying their own story Left thinking is he so confident to let it ruin with the rain His hair curling upto his eye lashes His smile stands him out in the deamed rainy vision. His jaw tightened when he looked up in freedom His hands are close to his body but I can imagine them dancing I said there is nothing new But I am still in my unsaid rules And he is joying freely.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
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