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Tuesday, ‎July ‎08, ‎2014

Nothing could make me apart from this isolation, it’s building
Like the mind of it’s own, the droplets gently melds to the floor
The mesmerizing sound are now pulling me to its deceit serenity
And I could note every tap and drips from my bruised skin whole
For awhile I was in mercy of those rain whose coldness never deceived
But the void only filled while it failed to drench me all wet
I needed to soak my misery if it gets washed away

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