Probably shit but whatever
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What nice weather we’re having. Reminds me of that day when my tears were reflected in the sky and each drop of rain ran down my windowpanes like the sounds of a microscopic militia.
She waits for him
Like she is his Queen, on her throne
Wanting him to come home
And love her
She waits for him
Like she is his Queen, in a daze
His work has been hard these days
He hasn't been home
