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Nov 2020
the sky that reigns above
remains a stagnant and still blue
an empty cloudscape,
a blank basin,
begging to be viewed

though brief are the stares we steal
as sight offers so many
we've little time, at least that's how it feels
and yet, we really have plenty
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