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Weather Man


The weather man lied bout beautiful skies. No sunrise Im  drowning my reality is a calamity, you can say catastrophe where is the L-O-V-E that you said you had for me. Early in the morning it get so hard it feels like its raining but only in my yard . Sometimes in the evening as the night approaches im shivering its cold as hell no longer have my teddy bear. How do I fall asleep, without your body next to me? You took the umbrella and tore off the roof to the house, now I'm left with  no shelter from the stormy clouds. The weather man lied bout beautiful skies I should've grabbed my coat no matter how clever the predictions of weather may be at all cost I have to be prepared and stay ready.

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