Another poem. Has nothing to do with my life at the moment right now, though. So god damn it, don’t get it wrong.
Why are you so turned away from me?
Why is the window opened tonight,
and why are you not saying a word?
Why aren’t the stars as bright as before?
Why is the sky grey, not black,
and why are you leaving me?
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