My journal
of coloured construction paper
Bound with string looped through
semiperfect circles
My world
a ship in a bottle
Beautiful, fragile
Breakable
The houses on the street are all the same
Perfectly cut grass
And SUVs that sit in driveways
I feel like I should colour the world
My weapons of chalk and pure imagination
Hand in hand
The oceans of blue
The rolling hills I draw
Are perfect
Another world
Where I can escape
Sweat matts my hair
I lay in the center of all Ive created
And I am happy
Truly, honestly
happy














Comments
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Why, those babies are wearing thrilling pants!
Seviper used masticate! THEN PHAGOCYTOSIS!
ANATHOS ZANATHAIN KILANTE RIEN!
...hoooookay.
So Says the Cleric.
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