Cigarette butts lay next to pink hearts.
Both will be erased by the rain that will soon come.
He's been saying that everyday.
But when will it come? Probably on a day that my
hair looks nice.
She was the third person I told my secret to, and
probably one of the last.
It rained on both of us.
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