As dusk crowns the sky, he stands tall upon the roof. The melancholic winds of night rise to tear apart from his skin drops of sweat soaked with tales of pain and despair. His frail hands reaching; twitching by the rhythm of his impulses to grab the moon above his head. The pale beauty taunts him of his happiness, dreams, and desires that are forever out of reach: An elusive love in the sky.
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One Great Fantasy 