blue sky
when the sun comes out i cry and cry i stutter and stutter i feel wrong i feel hurt because i am the blue sky.
blue sky
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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