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It hasn't rained in five weeks.


I notice her everywhere now.


She walks by in the hallways,

laughing with her friends.


She sits across from me

in the library.


She skips to class

through the courtyard, humming.


I stumbled into the school garden

yesterday.


She was there too,

laying in the flower petals.


But I know it's not really her.


Akiyama Yura.


She's disappeared along with the rain.

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