An evening of
slippery solitude flows into a
quick-silvery night. I feel the
orange regret,
letting it crash with
daring tenacity over a
jagged cliff. Warm colors blend into
a silent note of confusion, clouding the
red sky, while stale
thoughts still pour in
a lingering
brainstorm.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
An evening of
slippery solitude flows into a
quick-silvery night. I feel the
orange regret,
letting it crash with
daring tenacity over a
jagged cliff. Warm colors blend into
a silent note of confusion, clouding the
red sky, while stale
thoughts still pour in
a lingering
brainstorm.
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