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Jul 2013
The clouds are red.
Red, the color of blood.
It's a nice day but still
it's raining. It's raining
blood. Sweet, sticky,
salty blood from the
skies. First a few drops
but soon it's pouring
down. People look up,
there faces all red and
smeared with blood.
Red blood. Red like
the clouds.
Written by
Dream Caster
866
   MKJ
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