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clouds of people

that evening, the clouds hung low with so much promise, that i almost believed the sky would repeat those same streaks of colour—the blues, pinks and purples that my camera can never capture and my words always evade, and it reminded me of people and how we try so hard to bottle up their essence and dot it between our wrists, but they’re just like that damn sky, a picture so vivid and so endless that you lose yourself in a tiny part of who they are and end up missing the rest of the ride.


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