abstract thoughts
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In a dark room, a hand toches this poem,
a ghastly flower, someone may, for a moement, see her.
Came Neptunus or static slack.
I have no use for titanium white, its tint in tornado season,
Sit and think.
Thoughts flow like a needle through tapestry.
A tapestry tinged with yellow thread
Yellow, like my contentment.
Open your palms, dont clentch. Imagine youre sitting, waiting alone on a bench.
The leaves blow by, rolling past your tired feet, those that you use to chase dreams.
I've made a tiny paper plane
It's crumpled and doesn't fly well
But it's my gift to you
It's unbalanced and lopsided
And can't loopdy loop
All it does is spin and twirls
The dark night of my soul
Please save me
If it takes hold
I don't know which way is home
I'm lost and it's oh so cold
I hate how I'm so alone
