Is That You?

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I ran out of thoughts, so made coffee until your disembarkation was canceled.
Then came up with your own words of refuge, protecting the door from an undesired sunset on a breakup, at least it seems to be with your overweight soul, who is going to fly with you?

The radio burst with news and disrupted you from correcting your own promises upon the day, you tried to walk away but remained to shadow the front gate…