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Skies

I look up at skies and see; blue, white, the reality I lack to see at night, because in my dreams I'm distracted by you, the image of what couldn't be us. Even awake staring at this blue and white sky it becomes difficult to focus. So much sky covered by your wish so it changed completely, giving me unearthly seating. Looking down now I see what I was missing. Pieces of sky falling and convincing, but as my world ends commitment seems dismissing. Stressing now the way I'm living when worlds collide in a three land litter. Survivors seem bitter, but direction shelters their gleam. Mind's frustrations of a dream within a dream, looking up a skies to see.

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Just

Created
2018-09-01 12:00:00

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