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Night time

I sit at night,
thinking about those words he said.
I wounder why I didn't smile,
that's all I had to do.
But yet my face was hard as stone.
My skin like ice.
I remember it was so cold that night.
Rain, wind, heat, love.
It went by in a blur.
But it felt like hours, minuets like days.
The sun never shining.
Mother Nature giving me what I wanted earlier that day.
Befor that day turned to night.
That night in the rain.