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The clouds tell stories of gruesome happenings. A bunny, shooting its head off, It keeps grabbing but it’ll never get it back on. A face of a man, looking down on us all. With an expression of greed, but it’s really sadness hidden in it all. I’m dreaming clouds today, With a tired look.
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Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 10:49 PM UTC
Clouds
The clouds tell stories of gruesome happenings. A bunny, shooting its head off, It keeps grabbing but it’ll never get it back on. A face of a man, looking down on us all. With an expression of greed, but it’s really sadness hidden in it all. I’m dreaming clouds today, With a tired look.
Porbii
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Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 10:49 PM UTC
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