What if the sky was the brim of the water's surface,
The clouds were animals there to protect us from the evil things above, That there's a war
Rainy days is when blood is shed and clear days is a day of a battle put to bed
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A Journey Through the Mind (poems I have written)
PoetryJust some poems I made up when I was bored that are supposedly really deep according to my friend
