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anY randOM cLouD
any random cloud is my ex-home to be
since the stars spelled you and me
to you i run – of you i ache
no sound, no pain
just flowers and gain
so i step out of the shadows
sun warms my back
i take with me the frozen moments
and everything i lack
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