i've got pastel colored rainbows swimming through the cardigans i don't have.
rubber band clips holding together my physical sanity.
big pools for small colors eat me alive.
mr. pirate got his eye cut out from a dagger drowned in tear gas.
the robes i wear aren't even made of fabric,
i said "it's hardcore paperbags only, please".
leaves on ice, and a lamp to go, thank you.
that bathing suit looks like it needs some ice to munch on.
a sinster sin for a fire that's oddly cold.
frozen automobiles in the tropical desert.
dessert for the win, and appetizers for the wind.
a winged lady who can't fly, but her makeup is on a vertex.
a point with no meaning but a definition.
clouds of green, as green as a gardeners teeth.
he has good hygiene.
zippers going down the bottom of my sock, singular.
and a ice tea with no ice to go, please.
make it raspberry, pronounce it with the 'p'.
goodday sir, it's 9 in the afternoon with 3 minutes to spare.
rainbows aren't even something a person can touch.
November 23th, 2019rd
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कविताsometimes i'm scrambled. (created November 2nd, 2019) (ended July 15th, 2020)
