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Richard Frank Dec 2018
A rain so stupid, it touched my flesh with its bare hands
Every drop clinging to my attire
Soaking my very existence with a splash
Seeking to find a shade, but the storm hesitated to stop its rage
During the rain, anxiety unfold
Am I to be locked in uneasiness?
I felt lonely, it felt it left a void in my heart
The cold, harsh cloud started to drift away
The scorching sun shone on me,
simply catching my breath
Rain wont go away

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