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Nov 2012
Looking up at the unending sky.
Clouds puffy and white like little cotton *****.
Everyone of them is different no matter how big or small
They change for your liking and shift with your mind
They help you imagination grow with each minute of the day
Shifting and forming into monsters and epic battles.
The less clouds there are the more we fear reality
That is why cloudy days are my favorite.
Moonlight Blossom
Written by
Moonlight Blossom  America
(America)   
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