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3:07 am

the smell of rain takes over my senses

i bet you were here

the way it hits the roof at 3 am

are you coming back

it's cold here but this corner keeps me warm

please stay

you used to leave kisses

notes at the door way

i think it's storming now

are you coming

or are you gone

lightning hits and thunder sounds

and i wish you were here

a beautiful disaster

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