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May 2015
Whenever I look at the sky,
I’m filled with thoughts
of what could have been.

Maybe,
just maybe,
everything that could have been,
have existed,
beyond those clouds.

And I wonder.
abs
Written by
abs  jupiter
(jupiter)   
321
   ---, --- and robotical world
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