Extraterrestrial

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I weep at the bricks,

put, straightened then streak,

I weep at their sharp edges,

gaunt-grey and shriek,

I have forgotten,

in whose chaos I creep,

And long for margins

of watercolours under my feet. 

 





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water colors

Soon, if you can imagine pastel road and walkways of the mind - Neato rhymes, doing what they are supposed to do - elevate the mood. ~s~



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