amongst the smallest things that amaze me , often times my nights are shady," sleepless dreamy" not even my self seems to need me my sky's aren't bloomy its clouds are moody adopting to a world that consumes me,no purls or rubies,no happy dance feeling groovy walking in front as if you're steps don't want me to follow" sitting in hopes of tomorrow' tired of chasing so hard to swallow eating all sweet tasting sour loosing power seeking attention from a flower that can never recover from all four seasons trapped in winter
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