rainy days

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A dismal shroud slunk From slackened hands, Dense rain draped the valley In its musty, velvet folds,   Dogfighting flurries of Paper airplanes wavered, Plummeted under those whistling bombs,
My world often gravitates into a dark side of the universe, sinking deep into that darkness without any light, moon, sun or stars.
Umbrella Soft touches graze my arms the cooling touch sinking through my shirt
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