I had a raincoat,
and you, a broken umbrella.
We both weathered the same storm clouds
and hid from the same deafening thunders.
In hindsight, I should've offered
my extra raincoat to you
before you disappeared
in the mist.~ weuneigh
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raincoat
I had a raincoat,
and you, a broken umbrella.
We both weathered the same storm clouds
and hid from the same deafening thunders.
In hindsight, I should've offered
my extra raincoat to you
before you disappeared
in the mist.~ weuneigh