Thu, 08/13/2020 - 20:46 -- Sp@ce

Manic is when she is at her best

Broad strokes on an open canvas

Red, red, red

You hate red

But that’s all you see

Make it stop

Its too many words


Manic is when she is at her worst

Unable to sleep and volatile

Details in an open picture

Gentle hues of spring


Say something

You open your mouth and no words come out


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