Part 3: Water

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'It subsided like the rain
on a dewy, summer drizzle
we became the puddle of water,
the dark clouds in us collected.

The cold remained after the weary storm, in the chilly mornings,
the fog started appearing
which made me wonder, how morning dew is brewed, is it from the tears of our fallen haven, or is it pure bliss, that became a token?'

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