"the higher we soar,
the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly "
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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So...*clears throat*
I was the pitch dark blue of the sky that night when it rained, it made the air sparkle with secrecy and the atmosphere was drenched in sheer tranquility, though still on the edge of prevailing lunacy ;
you were the piercing red from the shades of warmth that shone from the sun that was drowning into high rise, so bold and obnoxious, burning the walls of the buildings made of glass, painting the clouds in your colours and
We existed in such an utter contrast that the world gasped so now we going to kiss or what
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