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Cloudy

The clouds, they will follow.

They will follow you home.

You may try to escape

But still they will roam.

 

Some clouds they will lighten,

Some will darken and storm.

Some clouds they may vanish

But alas new ones will form.

 

For clouds are like thoughts

Which you just cant ignore.

They gather and they group

Until you can take no more.

 

Gaps in the cloud fade into none

As drips of sunray become slight.

With eyes sore and squint

You wonder if it has already become night.

 

For in the eve, the darkness is constant.

The clouds have the power

And with every shallow breath

You sink deep into that stormy hour.

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