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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

You know it doesn't
fall I mean, it just doesn't
happen, the sky is 
not a thing.

Not some backdrop,
or some background,
it is all surrounding.

You drop that clouds
onto your bed, bristle
with stars in your hair.

But this is all fiction.
This must be quite
off the page, where
you are up there
as angels or astronaunts. 

You are seeing this
as bigger than you think,
the skies fall.
You are senses with

moving with
the skies.

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