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Amaranthine Sky
December 17, 2022
I weave your sentences into stories and dive into an odyssey of their inner storms because you are nothing but a blurred vision ensconcing me between the lapsing wetness of my tears; once, I fell asleep on your shoulder, and you held me until the fog of a fading morning acquiesced into swaths of pink and blue clouds diverging into one another, and I came to comprehend how people can smile to define their sadness.
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I wrote this because I was feeling lonely and oddly passionate about love and the color of clouds.