Hour 21: Low Clouds

They moved purposefully

to a rainy place

finding it quite fitting

 

A witchy boichild

with razor mind

fell in love with this city

 

In their hand, they clutch

a polka dot umbrella

and hunch beneath its bow

 

The persistent grey

dampening both anticipation

and disappointment

with clouds low

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