It's blue and sunny
But the clouds are shaped like teardrops
And the clear sky seems streaked with grey
Bird melodies sound mockingly across breeze
That hisses angrily
Beautiful...
Bitter...
Sweet...
Cacophony...
As I sit on the stoop
Breathe deep
Close my eyes and---
Shoulder shrug
Sigh a little
Fake my way into
a really good feeling
By staring into blue skies
No wonder it never works...
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