The unbelievable, so very non-ficitional.
If everyone, on their private cloud,
joined the circle,
the raindance would bring
heady drops and yellow stars.
Once you return to your private cloud,
the sounds would be so much more
subtle
and you can hear me asking you,
what do the real Angels do.
Impossible feels like a red drink,
fruity but not quite sure of which kind.
Just sweet, seemingly artificial,
but leaving stains on your tongue in the meantime.
-I. Bailey
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