Rain drip drops outside of my bedroom window. The sky reminds me of a dark blue paint I spilled on my pants one time when I was painting a sky landscape piece; and a dried piece of paint got stuck, then shot out under pressure, making a massive mess of it. All over my pants.
That was a good shade of blue, though. It was called navy, but I'd call it "stardust," or maybe "galaxy."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
