A Moment of Your Time

The sky appeared to be crying this morning, but then I realized it was only raining. And that I was crying. Why? Maybe I was sad that the sky couldn’t cry. Or maybe I was blubbering over the fleshy pinky burn I’d just inflicted upon meself in the kitchen while cooking some milky-white, runny eggy weggies.


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