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Clouds overhang, darkening once clear skies.
The rain falls, and another sigh escapes me.
The wind moaned resistance against stubborn trees,
Just as I did against your feeble attempts.
The wind carries scattered leaves across the glass,
Flickering remenants of feigned affection.
Bright shocks of lightning menacing what was otherwise beautiful.
As if illuminating the very depths of your heart.

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