Each time I step outside I am greeted with a breeze,
and the weather is 71 degrees.
I have no one here, other than my mother,
I don't mind, I just wish there was another.
I miss my Viktorria, also my father
my cat too, but I wont bother.
That is a stanza for another time,
now let me make this line rhyme.
Onto onto a whole new topic,
do not be mistaken, I am not homesick.
It's just that there is nothing to do,
as far as fun goes, Ohio is being a "jew"
Now, I know if Viktorria is reading this,
she smiled at that, maybe even let out a chuckle
It is her laughter that I mostly miss,
the sweet, sweet snort, beautiful chortle.
<3
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