I was quiet, in that corner,
Where I sat so obsessively,
Looking to the sky,
How you'd say it? Excessively,
That blue, that white,
The snow or rain,
And the Clouds, of them they,
Flowed your name,
So next time you question,
My eyes in the sky,
I think I'll confess it,
Just tell you why--
No, I'm not demonized,
But yes-- it upsets me,
Truth is--- I just realized,
You posess me
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