CLOUDSOUNDS
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The scribbles here sketch rawness
and purity of my innocence
battling with heaviness
I've dealt in 18 years
of my instability.
If these words
be seen and spoken
from someone's senses,
brighten be the blues and grays
I shadowed infinitely behind its letters.
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