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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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