I Simply Remember My Favourite Things... Comments

A violent storm crashes against my window as a smile the reflection of the moonlight hits my forehead revealing the aging of my skin, the heavy tapping increases. Followed by a thud of anger in the air and a crash of light illuminating my front room, yet here I sit by the warmth of my fire, the flames flicker as we sit here in calamity
In the eye of the storm
You’re sat beside me now as you always are
My loyalist friend
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