The clouds drift in the sky
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t

blows, blowing, blown

Colors of the sky peek through the hole
brought about by the frozen touch
the supercooled vapor

of the icy stare
the words spoken too soon
the vapid look
the empty touch
the icy breath
the shadow of nothingness
collecting memories undesired
leaving a hole in the whispy clarity that
was my heart