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purple, yellow bruises from playing outside and picking up pebbles to throw at tomorrow and chase it away the sky was never blue as we never had enough strength to look up past our little heads engulfed in the wonders of chalk and road when secrets were worth flower petals and flew away with the wind unlike the ones we hold today with aching shoulders and burning pains from looking up and only up and witnessing how fast these colours change terracotta, navy, to grey as all these pebbles wash away
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Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 3:35 PM UTC
The sky was never blue
purple, yellow bruises from playing outside and picking up pebbles to throw at tomorrow and chase it away the sky was never blue as we never had enough strength to look up past our little heads engulfed in the wonders of chalk and road when secrets were worth flower petals and flew away with the wind unlike the ones we hold today with aching shoulders and burning pains from looking up and only up and witnessing how fast these colours change terracotta, navy, to grey as all these pebbles wash away
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Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 3:35 PM UTC
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