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Dayfeezmo

Reality

The day had been nice, blue skies and a warm sun.

The evening had been magical,

swirls of purple and bright pink lighting up the sky,

and by the sweet smell of flowers.

But now the bright skies turned to a bruised color

and the smell of decay rose from the earth,

and I returned to the hell of reality.

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