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- Poetry > Free VerseLying on the cliff side, you told me the sky was bathed in blood, sunsets garish gold in the clouds' rough tinsel and that sunsets are nothing but worthless wishes and whisperbroken goodbyes. It was never anything akin to normalcy with you – without you – I always thought that may...
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