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Why am i as fickle as the weather? one minute glowing, burning orange like the sun and then a plunge i am deep blues and sickly greens a thunderstorm of grief new loneliness old loss A rumbling bruise rises from deep in the bone But then again what did i expect? to be better than the skies more pure than drifting clouds or morning light? clearer tha…