*Shall I dwell in a blob of paint
Something so fickle...
With flailing arms I'll try to swim
in something so little...
Colored and indigenous
My thoughts will trickle...
And in this petty vividness
My eyes shall twinkle...
Till I create a river so infinite
So I never again feel belittled...*
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
*Shall I dwell in a blob of paint
Something so fickle...
With flailing arms I'll try to swim
in something so little...
Colored and indigenous
My thoughts will trickle...
And in this petty vividness
My eyes shall twinkle...
Till I create a river so infinite
So I never again feel belittled...*
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April 2016
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