A string unravels and ties itself to the vessels that pump this blood. The atmosphere sneezes out the clouds and spits upon our kind. Envy is the path that sheep take. The cries are the cries that don't just haunt. Would you connect the dots between a grain of sand and the wisp of the wind. Feel the peace of miscommunication and glares.
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