White Skies

White Skies

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The tree's green gloves seem to glow under the setting sun. My surroundings have always been very mashed together fuzzier than the moss i sit on. As my back soaks up heat underneath my little tree I start to think of how you came into my life, and made everything clear.
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The air is cold around me, and I can't quite open my eyes. Frost seals them shut. I don't know where I am. I forgot everything. But Rain lashed against my skin...

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