Purple

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All the sky's turned gloomy
Maybe the clouds are moody?
Today seems like a fever dream
It's not real seems fake
The clouds flake away showing the dark sad sky.
All purple and begging to cry its tears on the streets making a slipping hazard on the earth's roads of destination.
Seems as the sky was to tired to stay its original bright color, the lonely sky got tired of getting used so she broke down by thundering on our streets so we feel her pain.

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