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Jul 2013
I do not know
what this cloud
is made of.

Mind-made aerosols?  Speech-bubble nonsense? Filthy-dust particles?

Who gives a ****?

This cloud is
a flying kite.
The shape
the size
I cut
to fit
my
s
i
g
h.
RoDin
Written by
RoDin
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   maybella snow, Emily Tyler and ---
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