Cloud
Cloud
Born scared and breathed harshly;
Justice knew not me;
The mistake just occurred.
I fluttered growing up.
I ridiculed the neighbors.
I assumed a ***** identity
Till they all laughed and stared
And made hurtful faces.
So. Did I care?
It's not important;
It's breathing skepticism and fear and lonliness.
The pits are bottomless
Except for a grasp here and there.
The magical dreams detonate anticipation....
Squeeze softly, gently;
The flow of self may find it's way.
Though don't hope too much,
It may intimidate the real hopes,
The honest achievement.......
Whatever that can be.
Damn!
What did I mean?
It's not vulgar, not tawdry,
It's a fashion unique and new.
Be it in a corner needed to unfold and even criticize.
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