Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.
Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.
The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.
Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,
The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.
Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.
Dark, stormy, and thundering.
The night is as young as a new born baby.
While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.
Purpose, meaning, Apathy.
Is there more to this than life?
Breathing, Eating, Shedding.
Peeling.
Change.
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