Dead winter, say farewell,
Splitting atoms in the sky.
From clothes down to the shade,
Olden fumes, acrylic life,
The phone you won't stop looking at,
Or the anger I feel for being this way;
Envious of division,
The other end of your conversations,
That I used to know it
And no longer do,
Or that warmth from summer
I no longer see in you.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2024 05:36
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Comments1
Er, put the heating on then if it's a bit chilly Earth! lol.
Ahem, you see I'm still spouting rubbish. heehee.
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