MY COLORS ARE DARK
I've often waited on things
not worth waiting for, but
how is a person to know?
One can't just ignore all
things. Sometimes a great
notion, and all of that crap.
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Not too melancholy, me.
Just sometimes angry and
harsh; or made mad by
happenstance and anxious
for an end.
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My colors are dark, and the
edges are rough : remaining
behind, like broken clouds
after a swift-moving storm
has passed.
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