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Under The Weather
7.14.2006
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Tonight I was longing for you. The spaces between my fingers feel empty when they're not filled with yours. Your silence is deafening.
Your presence would've cured me.
I'll close my windows and draw the curtains down. I'll turn off the lights and try to put this misery to bed. In this dark, cold night I might find some light. Eventually my silent cries will sing me to sleep.
It looks like tomorrow I'll be watching the forty-four sunsets all by myself.
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