The sky is dressed in gray fluff. The pond is dressed in hard cold. The wind is singing in harmony with my heart beat. Rhythms, all through the air. I am channeling my thoughts onto a paper leaf. My hand is shaking, clutching to the plastic-held ink. A tear followed a thought of the recent unfortunate event. You didn’t speak. There was nothing you
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we must be getting more in tune or something.
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so many aspects are flawless without effort and they are so real and simultaneously right out of a dream.
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