Sky.
Skies.
The motherfucking sky.
It's so pretty.
So so pretty and free
I want to be like it
I want to dye my skin blue
And my hair white
So I can be pretty and free
I'll take a shape
And let people see me as their dreams,
And not once will they say
Shit man, that cloud will fucking murder you if you talk to her.
Because I'll be pretty and free
But most importantly,
The view outside my imaginary window,
Won't have dark clouds and glass buildings,
It'll be blue and have white clouds
And it'll feel pretty and free
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Nora Key's Secrets
Short StoryIn which two brothers silently call for the attention of one Nora Key --- The story is fictitious, any similar names, characters, or situations are purely coincidental. all rights reserved @ donnienonnie
