the ***** atmosphere a clear skyline.
a pumping subconscious a motionless intention.
a bright gray omen a dull red novel.
(shattered and picked up, shattered and picked up.)
looking forward snowing scared of winter.
cramming the leaks draining the pond.
tiredly awaken clear-headed asleep.
(buried and dug out, buried and dug out.)
imagining a garden mowing the sprouts.
chasing the stars scrubbed by the dusks.
lamenting the stream exalting the clock.
(grasped and slipped away, grasped and slipped away.)
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
the ***** atmosphere a clear skyline.
a pumping subconscious a motionless intention.
a bright gray omen a dull red novel.
(shattered and picked up, shattered and picked up.)
looking forward snowing scared of winter.
cramming the leaks draining the pond.
tiredly awaken clear-headed asleep.
(buried and dug out, buried and dug out.)
imagining a garden mowing the sprouts.
chasing the stars scrubbed by the dusks.
lamenting the stream exalting the clock.
(grasped and slipped away, grasped and slipped away.)
When you find out you are just a spec of dust in the entire universe.
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