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These stormy skies breaks the heart,

of an open eye who care not to see,

the narrowness of my crying. . .

the broken toy that i used to know.

the love of my heart that ached to blow.

πŸ™„πŸ˜€πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜—πŸ˜„πŸ™„πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜—πŸ˜‘πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜‹πŸ˜£πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜ŽπŸ˜πŸ™„

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 108. b2.17

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