Black paint allowed to sit and separate into
oily, bleary, sticky, sick gray.
Spring flowers planted a week too early
wilted yellow under the last snow.
Pristine term paper fresh off the printer, carried through the rain
bleeding blood sweat and tear ink into obscurity.
(That was ten cents per page, you know.)
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Black paint allowed to sit and separate into
oily, bleary, sticky, sick gray.
Spring flowers planted a week too early
wilted yellow under the last snow.
Pristine term paper fresh off the printer, carried through the rain
bleeding blood sweat and tear ink into obscurity.
(That was ten cents per page, you know.)
Expect the unexpected, and keep your expectations low- why do I keep forgetting that?
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