From the thick green to the jag grey giant.
It does not satisfy my eye.
Rather a smooth honey river and a sky full of cinnamon.
Not the dancing sea but still coffee beans.
An aurora is but aesthetic.
Crushing to shards my empty jar of emotions.
I lay in empty brown.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
From the thick green to the jag grey giant.
It does not satisfy my eye.
Rather a smooth honey river and a sky full of cinnamon.
Not the dancing sea but still coffee beans.
An aurora is but aesthetic.
Crushing to shards my empty jar of emotions.
I lay in empty brown.
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