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Chance of Rain
A feeling of floatation
In a sea of dew
My lips smile;
A disguise
A disguise for my
Weeping heart.
The smile is my mask;
My protection,
My suit of armour.
The morning sun
Brings a glimpse of hope.
Amidst the hope,
There’s a chance of rain.
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