I can’t tell which is more depressing: the fact that the roof
is leaking (again), or
that I definitely won’t see you today. I can face it. The roof
always leaks in weather like this. And truth be told, I feel
somethings are amiss when I can’t caress someone while
it storms. While my arm might not brush up against yours
when we hang, a glimpse of you catching an image of my
profile or other, is enough to get me high. I can get over the storm. 

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