Gray skies, gray heart. So gray she predicted there would be a heavy cloud Hovering over her home, Upon her return from chinese food, Just waiting, patiently, To empty itself on her. She watched the sky on the way home…nothing. She pulled onto her street…not a cloud in sight. Into the driveway…there it was. [...]
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