This is art. Poetry that I have made in complete seriousness, yet with words that have been stripped of anything that covered the truth.
All you need to do is read between the lines.
The sky was a midnight blue, tinged with purple streaks of faded clouds. And as we sat there looking at it, indifferent to the cold wiring through our nerves, we saw our breaths expel towards the sky and melt into the clouds.
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