RED,
YELLOW,
ORANGE.
They fall to the ground,
not breaking the silence
as they flutter around.
A silent death.
I head out west.
Suppressing the violence
inside my mind,
watching as I leave,
this world behind.
YELLOW,
ORANGE.
They fall to the ground,
not breaking the silence
as they flutter around.
A silent death.
I head out west.
Suppressing the violence
inside my mind,
watching as I leave,
this world behind.
(i wrote this today while on the buss, after reading a stoy from the book im reading. i think its nice)

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