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I woke up in a glade of gray Littered fingers and threads of grass flay Moistened hair, a dampened glare An enameled heart that stings Scattered birds have yet to sing Will it ever matter? The soft brown dirt pushes down as I rise up The light rain has filled my old tin cup Ridges rusted and my eyes are dusted My wrist-watch is broken and can't be trusted Fire flies in a jar, they won't get far lighted my night as my cigarettes tarred my weakened lungs but elevated my strung- out manners It's getting lighter as my skin gets tighter The clouds shift as the sun gets brighter I miss the moon, but I know that soon the day will pass but I won't see noon How blue Blue
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Manners
I woke up in a glade of gray Littered fingers and threads of grass flay Moistened hair, a dampened glare An enameled heart that stings Scattered birds have yet to sing Will it ever matter? The soft brown dirt pushes down as I rise up The light rain has filled my old tin cup Ridges rusted and my eyes are dusted My wrist-watch is broken and can't be trusted Fire flies in a jar, they won't get far lighted my night as my cigarettes tarred my weakened lungs but elevated my strung- out manners It's getting lighter as my skin gets tighter The clouds shift as the sun gets brighter I miss the moon, but I know that soon the day will pass but I won't see noon How blue Blue
#blue#manners#nature#rain#heart#fire#flies
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SpiderandBeetle
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
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