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"The weather is nice,"

I say.

You nod your head along slowly

and the picture of daisies 

outside the window 

pushes a smile onto your lips.

The glare of the sun

paints a light in my eyes.

"Lovely,"

You reply.

Around us the air is still.

But I can see your temples

dripping of rain

and I'm sure you hear the thunder

clouding my brain.

Though we lie anyway,

that we are not still caught up in yesterday's storm.

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Personal Notes:

Some sick day poetry~ I want to thank those who have subscribed and commented if I haven't already done so individually ^^ So, here's a(nother) big thank you!~