The pale blue sky is streaked with cotton-candy pink clouds, like a divine child threw their sweets out into the atmosphere in a fit of rage.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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The pale blue sky is streaked with cotton-candy pink clouds, like a divine child threw their sweets out into the atmosphere in a fit of rage.
