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skyscrapers make the clouds cry. they speckle their windows, darkening the view that was promised. window washers risk themselves high above the puddled ground, wiping away the sky's autograph. too bad they didn't check the forecast- could've saved themselves a trip back.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
the forecast
skyscrapers make the clouds cry. they speckle their windows, darkening the view that was promised. window washers risk themselves high above the puddled ground, wiping away the sky's autograph. too bad they didn't check the forecast- could've saved themselves a trip back.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
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