Clouds filling my mind, clouding it with their
pure whiteness and strength.
Taking my mind and holding it close as it cries
incessantly with the pain of my heart.
Touching the center of pain, watching it flow
like a river into clouds gathered in intellect.
Hoping to be held forever in a landscape far
from the one it is dwelling in now.
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