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Afterlunch

Everyday as I lie on my bed Afterlunch, watching wind in the skies I see clouds in their formless fled Hastily waving goodbyes The picture changes every second It never repeats the same view The light flashes in and I’m beckoned I look to the west to see you But nothing comes out to grant us Dark clouds blur the light sky Like the strokes on a wet canvas The wind keeps blowing so high.

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