Friday, 13th
The superstitious always hated this day
As much as we'd like to tease them for it
Maybe they were right this time
The day was cold
Rain trickled from clouds that held them hostage
Screaming a warning that fell on deaf ears
I didn't know it would be the last time that I saw you for months
Let's say I did
Let's say I told you how glittery your soul is
Let's pretned our hands fit together perfectly as we said goodbye
My love, let's make it bearable
Even for just a minute
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