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Dec 2013
Sky.
Like my,
Life.
Always turning,
And,
Making me,
Cough.
Black/gray,
And,
Poisonous.
It turns,
Like,
The clouds,
Except,
Only opposite.
Not white,
Or,
Fluffy/puffy,
But,
Black/gray.
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