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Published: May 11, 2011

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There's nothing that makes my heart grow cold more than waking up to blank slate grey skies,
Remembering that just after you've come, you'll leave me again.

Sitting alone with all my friends at breakfast,
And starting the day just wrong.

Trying my best to smile for crowds with indistinct crowds,
Warming milk and trying not to stare into space.

Moving in the same patterns over and over,
In an ambivalent dance of monotony,
As thought it'd make time drip at all.

Just as the sun fills half the sky,
All that I can look forward to is walking home in the rain.

But then the weather turns just when you touch me,
And at the end of the light you'd bring me all the colours,
And that would be enough.

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May 30, 2011

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