Appreciating the fog that rolled in.
Lying on my bed in the dark, it’s a perfect white
Lit only by a nearby street lamp.
my breathing and the pounding of my heart breaks the eerie quiet
Nightmares creep in the shadows and it’s moments like these that are perfect for
Me.
blues were the hues
about ye
amber resin
yellow wasps
and stringy stingy
birthday papers
did still taper
the day aftah~
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