sparklingwatermelon

sparklingwatermelon

About Birdsong and Toe Itchiness

Little Broken Poem

Silence, wrapped around the night like tin foil

Not even aware of itself

Until the restrained mind

Struggles to breathe, amidst the dim streetlights

The heaviness of the air, and the monotony of reality ask

What to eat for lunch tomorrow

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