DRIFTING SKY


    In the end we all look the same,


    soft clouds drifting toward light


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    leaking through like sighs.


    In the end we all feel the same


    rush of memory, life catching


    up to us here in the sky.


    In the end, there is no


    need for casual goodbyes.