AU few white clouds all rushingTp through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
Mhe half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Ty feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
Che wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
hild On Top Of A Greenhouse
SBimon makes his way to you slowly, walking like it's heavy, like he's wearing his gear (which he doesn't, since he'd been back from deployment for two weeks now), you can see it in the corner of your eyes, yetdut you live with a man, so the peace can't be kept forever.
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