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7-9-10
Hey You by Floetry feels like an overcast rainy day in London or New York. There’s a brisk chill in the air on an early October day. As I look out the window of my apartment; three stories over the corner store below, I breath warmth onto the window. It’s frigid surface. I look at the slow traffic of a dismal midday. People on foot are walking slowly. Letting the water ruin their shoes. Everything is in black and white. I feel alone. Lonely. Dusty from a lack of love. I look out, over the rooftops. Above. And hope that my complimentary spirit and soul is out there looking for me through the rain too.
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