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Aug 2016
As I sit on my bed and
Look out the windows, I
Am drawn to the clouds,
Thundering ominously.

And as I sit on my bed,
I
Wonder what you're thinking.

Do you
Think of me as much as I think
Of you?

Do I want to know?

Perhaps that's why they
Thunder.
It's a warning.

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me gs  Wisco
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