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         Standing at your window.

         Knocking at your door.

         Feeling very cold.

         Feeling in my head, heart, and back, a heavy load.

         Feeling like I was knocked to the floor.

         Feeling like I was munched and crunched.

        There is nowhere else, we are going to explore.



               Nighttime without you.  OO.

               Nighttime without you.  OO.



The feeling of dread, that we as a couple are dead.

The feeling of dread, that we are not going to see

eachother anymore.

My heart pounding now; I can hear the waterfall roar.

  All the thoughts running through my head.  

  I think I need my bed.

  I am feeling cold, old, and done.  It is time to fold.