I see the snow falling outside
your window,
quiet and slow,
late at night
and,
i know that i am truly lucky to
lying next to you.
thank you for being you.
i love you.
clayton
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The cold part of the rain is the cute part. The best part of charlottesville is the worst part. Productive eyes meet half way with broken guitar strings and half hearted heart beats, messed up sleep walked though teeth and blue rays on angry purely distilled red rooftops.
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