She sat on the tree branch, right leg following it, left leg dangling below her. Brown leaves drifted past her in the cold Russian night as she stared at the sky. Her mind was too full to read the omens in the sky, and she had no doubt that they would simply confirm what was already known. They were fucked.
Looking out my window staring
At the things
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