Gone...
The rain drums angrily on the windowpane
reminding me that you are gone.
A chill breeze rushes in,
cutting my flesh like a razorblade.
I pull the blankets closer
wishing you were here to warm me
But you are gone.
reminding me that you are gone.
A chill breeze rushes in,
cutting my flesh like a razorblade.
I pull the blankets closer
wishing you were here to warm me
But you are gone.
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