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from the corner of a dimly lit restaurant
forecast says we'll be awaiting clear skies
yet all we've received are storms and hail

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conflict has risen
tension is building
and i find myself uneasy with all this warfare

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the skies have become a detrimental shade of grey
clouds reaching for each other
yet i haven't felt a single drop from above
you keep asking me if i think it'll rain
and though i won't say it out loud
i really hope it does

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with this new season approaching
i thought i'd feel something significantly greater than the last
yet here i stand feeling indifferent
i can't say if this is how i wanted things to go
with all the unpredictability and confusion
yet i know
we're both yearning for the same ending

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i haven't seen you around lately
with all the fog in the air
it's hard to see clearly
i wait for it to pass
knowing that it'll always take longer than i want it to

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it seems my predictions haven't gone as planned
awaiting sunlight and tranquility
i've been fooled by the long downpours in the evening
the violet flares on the bus rides home
i can never seem to get what i want

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this warfare is blowing out of proportion
both sides attacking the other
allies
now rivals
missiles
tanks
grenades
a grudge held longer than needed
a pact, now broken
an unnecessary need to prove the other wrong
why can't they ever find common ground?

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although, it really isn't news at all
i haven't been doing much these days
sitting
contemplating
it's almost time for you to go
the skies canvas appears more drearier than before
is this a foreshadowing of our ending?

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i've been accused of a crime
i had no intention of committing
yet that serves as no honorable justification
here i am serving time for the hurt i've unleashed upon others
i knew i should've stayed home

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it seems no number of apologies can mend what's been said and done
i'm still fighting for a cause
which disintegrates by the day
and i'm afraid that not even myself
can salvage what remains
you don't say much these days
but i can't say i blame you
especially with all the strife we've succumbed to
silence is the only thing given and taken

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and i promise this is the last thing i'll say before i go
will these moments shared between us be sufficient?
or are we both in need of something more?
times are changing
there is already enough vileness this world has succumbed to
do you want to become another individual who falls victim to it?
take a second
look above you
the welkin deafiningly grumbling
fulmination transcending
take a look outside and tell me
is it gonna rain today?

-c.alejandra