The night air bites my face with icy hatred.
My body is shivering, but my eyes are focused.
I watch the hazy clouds play swirling games in the sky,
laughing at me,
saying, "Come join us.
Come touch us, "
teasing me with the thousand colors which I dont own.
I laugh back at them with my film,
for they always come back and tempt me with their beauty,
but unlike me: they never come back the same...
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