How many memories can my mind retain?
I have seen clouds up close. They are really filled with nothing in them. Their undulating form of fluff is made of my memories of you. Their white comes from my happy thoughts of you. The greys are my desolation, the black, a drape of your absence, falling like velvet and drenching my soul.
Such magnificent shapes you make, scattered through my once clear blue sky.
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