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Day of Rain

All day,
off and on,
it rained thoughts
of you;

grey cloud,
then sun–
the sky
like a mind
often changed.

All day,
off and on,
I am notes
in an atonal song.

The rain collects
in small pools,

as forgotten
as teardrops;

as abandoned
as promises.

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