It still rains
The rivers don't meet.
This time.
The rains didn't come.
This time.
The patch is less green.
This time.
I don't feel at home.
This time.
I haven't gone there.
This time.
Fuck man.
This time.
The rains didn't come.
This time.
The patch is less green.
This time.
I don't feel at home.
This time.
I haven't gone there.
This time.
Fuck man.
posted by ChetanBhattarai@Ghy at Monday, September 18, 2006
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