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dark clouds, a poem.



 Like fridays 

These will pass by

A bit of little white lies 

And we are tongue tied

How the sky can be so calm and blue

No can say it might not rain later

For me and you

To more of our darkest nights

We are our own sun

To rise again

Right after that


-R, 19, biar diuji takkan ku berhenti. 

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