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The waves crashed together in all of their glory, their chaos creating a sense of relaxation within her, She looked to the clouds as if each of them told a story. The golden rays of the sun were starting to shine,
The sky is Grey I know it’s Grey I’ve been told it’s Grey. I can see the Grey! But I also see the other colors.   I see the red
The sky red with dread Dives to the night to escape The solitude flight
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