the sun sets after a solemn day and the horizon screams one word with it's beauty, the same name heard in my head day and night, and I can't stop staring at a sky so free, for everyone to see, but is it selfish when i ask for a sky of my own, envied by all but me? there is one beauty that matches that of this sunset and sometimes having the sky seems more likely than ever having you.
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