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I look up, surprised to see it inches from my face.
I'd never seen the sky this low.
"Why so blue?"
The sky huffs, knocking my hat to the ground.
It's mood lifting.
My mood and head exposed.
Looking down, at the endless grey between my feet.
I understand.
And then huff.
Looking for a small child to kick.
The cycle of abuse, now keeping my head nice and warm.
About the Creator
Gavin J Innes
Scottish Writer Living in that London.
I pen plays, poems, prose and alliterations.
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