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Perfect Tranquility

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I spend my days on the patio, basking in the sweet drops of sun.
The clouds in the sky feel like happiness, and the birds chirp with the sound of bright pink.
Spring looks like perfection.

Then comes the night.

The illuminated stars have the sound of a far off flickering bonfire.
A howling wind tastes like ice cream hitting the nerves of teeth.
Spring nights look like tranquility.

Now the day has returned, and it begins again.



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