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it's morning once again, the sky a blue

i stand up and set my bowl on top of a stool


it;s been four days since i last saw the creature

but it'll come back, like it always have, i'm sure


i walk along the twisting staircase, each step an agony

outside, it's all blue as far as the eye can see.

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