Dead
The dreary darkness drifts
across the vast blue sky
wispy clouds
travel around
gradually attracting another addition
All but ONE
a lonesome cloud
struggling silently
nobody sees a thing
Bluntly Blinded
they turn the tables
on ONE of their own
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