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they sat on the brown chair
staring into the foggy air
they whispered something, their voices full of despair
the clouds covered their house like the grass shielding a mouse
and all went downhill from there
they ran from the storm
and back into the warm
they gathered pillows,
  turned on the light to make the room glow
they prepared lots of food to sort out their moods.

then the sun came out
but they still had a doubt that it would storm once again.




A/N
these will probably get better over time lmao <3

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