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Title: Rain

by Angie from Buckinghamshire | in writing, poetry

As the rain pours down,
Through this life that I've built,
Refreshing my mind,
And washing away all the guilt.

As the air starts to get cold,
I can see my own breath,
While i shiver to the bone,
and catch my death.

But I don't care at all,
I just carry on,
And when I open my eyes,
All of the rain has gone.

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