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2d
this is a day of
high clouds

my mind
roams up to
where they are
in the upper atmosphere
cold christaline skies
a bowl over
the marbled earth

the sky cracked open
revealing the
ionosphere
black as a
stone egg

where stars waited
to be

birthed


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/12/201
reposted 10/2025
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