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[ohhmeghan]

I wander.  The sky is crimson but the clouds are gray.  They promise protectioin and comfort occasionally showering warm droplets that roll off and seep into the freshly seeded dirl that smells of kindergarden and lipstick.  They promise protections but i ache for lightning.  I wander to a hole in the sky where the clouds dont sit.  In the crimson

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[cherrycancer]

"when do you give up something good for the chance of somehting better?"

I hear that so much right now it's frightening.

[spanisheyez29]

ditto.