I watch you like the weather.
Checking hourly.
With each degree
We change.
And you are the weather,
Evaporating each drop of rain,
Storing it in your clouds.
Storing, saving, stuffing
Heavy, bloated, and full.
You pour and store and
Pour and store and pour and
freeze.
You weigh down my branches until
I break.
You let yourself be still
Until you melt
As your breath gently shakes me.
now this is high quality poetry.
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