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I peered through chocolate glass

As the light behind it altered

Skewed and mangled it leaked

Into my ear like a poisonous fog

My thoughts and interests changed

From a confession of physical colors

To grey; they're turned to stone



It's twenty minutes later,

And i'm slumped at my desk

I chide myself feverishly within

Silent exterior is grey as well

Attempting to cast out thoughts

Of the vaginal persuasion

Knowing I'm foolish and immature

And I'm five years older

Than I was at sunset