The Day

October 26, 2010
It was cold
But the air was still
Outside is the only place for me
I can be free
In my own world
That rain hitting me
And the hard, cold cement
Pitter patter is all I hear
The sky is blue
Now being covered with
White puffy clouds
Like a blanket on you when
You are sick in bed

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