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My eyes float along
the gray in the distance,
where trees meet sky,
searching for some small spot of light
among such dense clouds.

Paintbrushed wisps of wind
make the prettiest pictures
but it is the sunshine underneath
buried by soft suede
that I want playing on my skin.

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