
Sky burns blue,
I repeat myself
words become untrue
after each turning
of the sky.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

Sky burns blue,
I repeat myself
words become untrue
after each turning
of the sky.
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-Alina