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Nov 2015
My perfect sky is like the eyes of a old, wise man,
With a pale blue outline that deepens as one looks more to the center.
It has puffs of whites where one is left wondering what is behind them
Puffs of white that make you wonder if there is more to them than just their color.
My perfect sky demands to be looked into.
My perfect sky is beautiful.
Honestly, I just hope someone can understand the connection I see here. Thanks for taking the time to read it!
Kaleb Grimes
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Kaleb Grimes
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