RunningBackwards

By Runningbackwards

Beyond the City

It's there every morning.

I can see it.

What's happening over there?

Do they look at us?

Should I go there one day?

If I can't see it, what comes?

Yes, the rain comes.

Where's my jacket? What became of that umbrella?

Ah, the one next to my desk at work!

I'll know better next time.

No, I won't!

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