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grey skies,

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like a blanket of gloom,

scurry in high winds,

reaching out for vortices,

to form eyes,

in hopes to cry

with the wrath of gods,

the tears of the forgotten,

the weary,

the sick,

and misunderstood,

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and man desires more,

to drip the blood of flesh

upon hearts made of

glass.

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