The wide gulf in between is littered with broken crayons
You’re teetering on the edge of the canyon
Your life preserver pulling you under
I’m wrapped in layers of algae and thunder
Warm, sunken, and full of bitter glee
The marshland one step behind me
Drowning in a dry land
Take my hand
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Nice. The art looks like algae under a microscope!
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It’s Like A Song in Stereo With
One Ear Bud in It’s Like A Song
With Only One Note And No Empty
Space Between The Next Note As the
Empty Space
Is What
Brings
Anticipation
Of Melody Most
Shall We Predict the
Next Note or Let the
Nothingness Just Flow
Into Somethingness
my FRiEnD i Surely
Hope i Never
KNoW
As The Feelings
The Senses Are So
Pure With No Words At
All Just Harmony And Melody
Breathing Again the Feather The Wind..:)
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