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The rain falls like a cat,
digging its claws into my back.
Every drop
a needle that stabs my heart.

Why must it rain on a day of such promise?

On a day when the bells were to ring,
petals to be tossed
by a little girl in a cream dress.
On this very day, you and I were to become one.


In a muddy white gown
I sit alone in the rain.
A victim of the bombs that fell
from this uncaring sky.

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