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Apr 17
I used to think that this storm would last forever
That the grey skies would haunt me day and night
But ever since that fateful day we met
After the incessant rain, a sprout is sure to bloom.

© Johnre Gabo, 2025
Cyrille Octaviano
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Cyrille Octaviano
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