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cloudy with a chance of showers

when time
dries out  
 
and leaves  
you wilted—  
 
left with
the soft touch

of conjecture    
or promises  
 
quenching relief,  
myths blend in

two; the memory
of middles

fading
beginnings

and shaded
ends.  
    
bydk 02/13/20
Written by bydk
Published | Edited 14th Feb 2020
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