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walking in the rain

An old worn out Camero rumbling down the street,
the warm sloshing of wet socks,
soft trickle of cold rain down your neck,
the sickly sweet smell of a maple tree,
I love walking in the rain
it calms me down so much
but mostly,
no one sees me crying.

walking in the rain

An old worn out Camero rumbling down the street,
the warm sloshing of wet socks,
soft trickle of cold rain down your neck,
the sickly sweet smell of a maple tree,
I love walking in the rain
it calms me down so much
but mostly,
no one sees me crying.

Charles Link  15, Seattle

 
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