something so loose
a burden so heavy
the colour doesn't fade
this is the forever
don't you see it
this clockwork of dead ends
a thread so silken smooth
it's broken already but
in my fingers its steel
something so vulnerable
this is the hiding
the rapid virus of lost bliss
so limitless
it shattered the something into nothing
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the interlude of the colour minded
Poetryrastrophiliopustrocity: (n.) a spontaneous combustion of creative spark that is followed by action in order to manifest and bring to existence. a puddle of the brains brightest colours put together to form the translucent containment of a lost spla...
