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Misty little corner In a blue Room Calls out to the mourner Immersed in doom. Grey furniture makes Greyer memories Faults, taunts and insipid Fallacies. Blue is the colour of the eye It's inside is filled with a neon so fly. The pink tree of life ****** Venus flytrap dissolves in juices. The eye looks, the eye appalls. The eye resigns, the eye dissolves. The pink trap reopens again. Lust curls into the corner in vain. The misty blue corner like a white canvas, Fills with all its colours again. Pink is the monster, Blue is the perpetrator, Green is the debilitator. And I, the wild colourless mind, Sits by the wall and conjures this mishap. All dreams are flies, And I, the Venus flytrap.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Venus Flytrap
Misty little corner In a blue Room Calls out to the mourner Immersed in doom. Grey furniture makes Greyer memories Faults, taunts and insipid Fallacies. Blue is the colour of the eye It's inside is filled with a neon so fly. The pink tree of life ****** Venus flytrap dissolves in juices. The eye looks, the eye appalls. The eye resigns, the eye dissolves. The pink trap reopens again. Lust curls into the corner in vain. The misty blue corner like a white canvas, Fills with all its colours again. Pink is the monster, Blue is the perpetrator, Green is the debilitator. And I, the wild colourless mind, Sits by the wall and conjures this mishap. All dreams are flies, And I, the Venus flytrap.
arpita-banerjee
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
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