That gritty rainbow on a sky to dye
Swinging my heart to the fences I voice a stubborn cry
Til’ my feet sounds like limping scars for those arts
Lacing apart and fourth, your dreams cloud me no more
Still… Silent… I finally speak my own lie
A grittier rainbow ...

Poetry Time 73: Schizoid
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, May 12, 2024
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