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So Say O Say My Skies..

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Clouded skies above
once never discovered.
So dull, graveled gray
still like silence.

No existence, none at all
fabled, solidly placed.
Devoured, endlessly stalled
broken by cracks of shine.

Swayed form.. O thee
selecting colours of stay.
Chipping, chipping
break, break it sang.

Tunes of brass storms
violently appointed by force.
Lit poles conduct beautifully
beautiful like many Ballads.

Electric waves escape
the presence far most lightly.
Breezing, breath felt
whisked by Angels command.

Swayed form.. O thee
selecting colours of stay.
Chipping, chipping
break, break it sang.



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