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Take
The winter -
Turn it
Into summer

Take
The moon -
Turn it
Into the sun

Take
The chicken fat
Out of
The soup and

Ask me,
Sarc-less,
"What's left
To be done?"
Whiteish-grey, is the protective coating
That maintains 'neath all this water, rolling

Rooftops that want not of Nature's embrace
Beads - to rivers - to parched waterways

Softly some boast, "nature beat, by us Beasts!"
Unbeknown to those; Nature's got deep sleeves
Cold rain
On a hot day

Ascends again
As steam
Well, "happy" is not on my mind!

I'd like to shut it off, this stress,
But it's switch I am yet to find.

A sitch that sets me awful vexed-
Turns tan to teal on held-in breath-

While sinking into tar-pit depths-
Shall I smile and say, 'Yeah, I'm fine'?
Truth be told; I'd much rather whine
This scar upon my hand
A, one time, hopeful plan

A promise left unkept
Now poison's my affect
I am not sure why I bother
To connect to others

~It only leaves me feeling shame-
-A mess, a wreck, a ball of flame~

It all's a bit too much
To stumble about without crutch
Candle by the sea
A sudden gust cuts us short
As Gloom turns to speak
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