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Love Poems Scratched on Wrinkled Paper Stuffed In Drawer Under Folded Garments, At The Time of Rain All Become Poets

As the rain beats down on the window pane, the tapping is like the rhythm of our Mother Earth. Just a little humming, just a little listening, and all problems seem to fade away. This even on the darkest day, you only need listen to the music of your heart.

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