[Written exactly in a minute and a half]
Can't seem to get in to
Where I am this absurd night;
And weird noises it does make
Pattering little tippity-taps on the
Windowpane of love; Oh, how I miss
You of all people should have
Been here to see the night through.
Tomorrow I'll be gone, and
So will the sun shine on
Me and you - as drifted apart
We stand on the threshold to the
Afterlife; We hold no clue
As to what stops us from
Jumping straight through to the
Other side of nothing at all.
Yours sincerely
Jude
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