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when my eyes rest upon the sky and the soft blues of it mingle with the hues of a fading red, i wonder if it is the sky frustratedly crying out the blood that it had held in, for the fact that nobody desires its presence as passionately as it does of the others. after all, we truly are so very occupied in finding a life within the living.
