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Ideas grow like weeds Cicadas chirping loudly Radio spies and cerulean skies Makes rain shout But doesn’t calm voices down Too many tubes of paint Smearing across the creases Into a new hue of brown White clouds begin to deepen The beast underneath the skin itches Scratching brings relief Only for a few seconds Lights on and off Can’t decide if tiredness Dawns because of life Or of sleep Energy of a battery Juiced up for an era Stillness an enemy Thoughts a plethora Costly daily rituals Ended with a wild escape Luminous thunderstorms Don’t have sadness inside Learn from their naivete Take their advice
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
All the Colors Chirp
Ideas grow like weeds Cicadas chirping loudly Radio spies and cerulean skies Makes rain shout But doesn’t calm voices down Too many tubes of paint Smearing across the creases Into a new hue of brown White clouds begin to deepen The beast underneath the skin itches Scratching brings relief Only for a few seconds Lights on and off Can’t decide if tiredness Dawns because of life Or of sleep Energy of a battery Juiced up for an era Stillness an enemy Thoughts a plethora Costly daily rituals Ended with a wild escape Luminous thunderstorms Don’t have sadness inside Learn from their naivete Take their advice
#colors#chirp
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writrbitrnightr
21/F/Shanghai
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
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