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Rated: E · Poetry · Travel · #1771456
Just some poetry I found from a long time ago.
There's not much I can write
About December rain
Tapping on my windowsill
Like diamonds to the grain,
The sound only drowned
Out by the echo of the train
Permeating into
This foreign place again.
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