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drenchedPlip plop, drip drop.The ashen sky weeps once more,returning forgotten wishes andpious prayers, heard by deaf ears,back to those that birthed them.I wonder which of those are mine.
march on.Have I wandered too far off the beaten pathfor anyone to find me and guide me back?So be it then. A new course I hath.One that does not lack.
another daySometimes I just want to reach towards thespiraling sky and spread these broken wings--to reach that ethereal cerulean to be with you.A dream never to be realized.Alas, I am but a fool yearning for a paradise--a paradise that I shall never be granted admittance to.Tainted by society. Violated.But that's what gets me through each day in this wretched Hell.