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Apr 2014
Crimson trailed  Air,
who is warm and familiar.
Dripping on the clear blue skyline
Like tear drops, but gushing out
of a hole from Its side.
As he continues his journey,
the former will follow the
other way, 6 feet under.
Feel free to interpret it however you like. Please like it if you liked it. :)
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