I wanted to write a poem about my synthesthesia.
Even the types I don't tell my friends about.
But this was as far as I got.
At least I got up this morning.
And walked in the muddy snowy slushy grossness.
Who needs grammar?
"Another dawn another day".
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
I wanted to write a poem about my synthesthesia.
Even the types I don't tell my friends about.
But this was as far as I got.
At least I got up this morning.
And walked in the muddy snowy slushy grossness.
Who needs grammar?
"Another dawn another day".
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