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Thursday, 31 May 2012

Soft Rain





A soft rain
Attends my sleep,
As
A pale grey
Cloud
Suffuses all.
Beyond the horizon.

The future
Is an empty place
Waiting to be filled
With chocolate
And vanilla ice cream.
Purple kisses
And Parma violets.

JL May 31 15:51
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