A few words will be enough
there isn't much to say
Your feet slide across the cold hard tiles.
I'm awoken by
I'm sorry, it's not your fault at all
I have nothing
Never thought I 'd have to go through this again
Though
You didn't have to ask
You know you're always welcome here
It's
You said "Sorry for the weather, but it doesn't always
I talk to the trees
They never answer me
Their limbs
I watched you spin the globe
And when it stopped
You spin
I can never tell with you what was going on
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