A piece I shouldn’t have written in the first place. But I couldn’t help it.

What cries more? The greyish stormy city skies outside, or my heart, when your name is upon it recalled? --------------------- (Janice) By Julio Carlos  

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Skies of lies

Completed dreams in nebulae moons shining black as faded suns.   A cosmos falling down, felt gravity of it all, broken sights upon open ground.   A look above, miraged truths shown, speeches of believable lies steps given without disposition to try as no reasons are there to be, nor motives to ask why.