There were no clouds.
And the sky was not blue.
A warm haze blanketed everything,
Obscuring the beauty of what could be Perfect,
That hot breeze,
The breath of many Deathes,
The Sun kept on shining Down,
Down Deeply,
Penetrating,
Until I realized that daylight was not Darkness.
And Darkness could never be seen.
But the Cough...
That Moment...
The Blood...
There were no clouds.
And the sky was not blue.
A warm haze blanketed everything,
Obscuring the beauty of what could be Perfect,
That hot breeze,
The breath of many Deathes,
The Sun kept on shining Down,
Down Deeply,
Penetrating,
Until I realized that daylight was not Darkness.
And Darkness could never be seen.
But the Cough...
That Moment...
The Blood...
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