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Raindrops

They consistently hit me
Black Jacket, camouflaged with the black night
I walk slowly

Insignificant drizzle,
No umbrella needed, I’m Alright
I walk slowly

The Rhythm speeds up
My movements persuaded
And yet, I walk slowly

Engulfed
My movements piloted
Struggling does not cross my mind

I’m awaken by a woman with bandaged feet and drenched clothes
I notice two kids Sleeping, grasping me by my side

Beginning to get up I realize, My clothes are drenched, yet the children remain dry





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