Chokebore

Sad getting sadder

Chokebore
You won't see me, I'm gone.
No wonder, no wonder the happiness dropped out from under. I'm sorry about the rain and snow.
I left her in a hotel alone in blue and yellow Switzerland. They're right up to our shoulder blades.
They look at us as throwaways.
I look at them as gifts.
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