Wednesday, 29 June 2016

28/06 Dissocia

Fuzzy
Blurry
Nausea rising
Can't see because
Of the tide turning
Eyes lost
In a fog
Can't see naught
But what you colour
Pink
Blue
Line up the sky
I'll sigh a while
And then wonder why
Why this
Is the way it is
Why I am the
Way I am

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