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Foam laden,

Ready to spill,

As the softie head,

A flawed white,

Graying at the edges,

Like the painter’s fading stroke,

Indefinite and bounded,

Hangs the distant cloud.

Adorning an unmistakable black,

A speck in the clouds’ milieu,

Scaling its varying length,

Traverses the dark bird.

The quintessential frame of

Freedom.

Black and white.

Dream.