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| Meet George. My protector, My guardian angel. (regardless I like it or not... Meh) |
In the moisture thick air,
Condensation on my skin,
The formation of water droplets,
Yet I wait for you.
In the late of night,
The darkness of the room,
Illuminated by the sole street lamp,
Waiting for your return.
I may not be pretty,
Nor am I nice to hold,
But you know that I care,
And I will always be there.
Erratic Behaviour
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