Every time it rains my mind begins to tremble with the thoughts that seem to fall from the sky. My mouth betrays emotion as it blossoms within me; the smirk marks it mirth. I can see this well as I catch myself in the reflection of the sliding glass, a wispy man in a smokey parallel. He's coasting on up to step inside as I step outside to enjoy
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Don't be sad, get even.
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