it all looks like a blur from this window seat.
sims is in my ears telling me it's all
"just for you, just for you."
just for me.
it makes me smile.
but i'm not sure if it should.
i will spend hours in this tiny, dark room
just listening to the rain against the tin roof, tin walls.
i feel like it's coming down
just for you, just for you.
and it's effect on me is indescribable. . .
except that it's nice.
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