Sitting here at my desk
as the rain splats down
upon the roof
I struggle to maintain
my nine-to-five facade.
Not wanting to blink away
the soft glow of you
from my eyes.
Sitting here at my desk
as the rain splats down
upon the roof
I struggle to maintain
my nine-to-five facade.
Not wanting to blink away
the soft glow of you
from my eyes.
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