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In night, day, morning and imperfect comas. Recurring three figures of one sole meaning. Each day, its variety of clouds casts different states of mind. The unrhythmic, unkind and overwhelmingly melancholic. The pleasant, warm and astonishingly beautiful. The timing and place of its occurring, determines whether to reminisce and moisturise one's skin, or to wander through rainy forests of what-ifs, and waterlog one's skin.
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
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In night, day, morning and imperfect comas. Recurring three figures of one sole meaning. Each day, its variety of clouds casts different states of mind. The unrhythmic, unkind and overwhelmingly melancholic. The pleasant, warm and astonishingly beautiful. The timing and place of its occurring, determines whether to reminisce and moisturise one's skin, or to wander through rainy forests of what-ifs, and waterlog one's skin.
An omen I've been seeing everywhere.
revin
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Saudi
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
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