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Sparked, and burning, a misty blue haze. Accompanying moods as I drift through the days. Lingering dreams cast a veil on my sight. As I lean back and stare through my murky worlds light.
There's a poem in my heart. And a poem from my skin. My bones make poems. And I write for my kin. The sky has its own poetry. As does the sea. The clouds hold the words. As the waves do me.
Life is a picture, I can add more and more to cover it but once I've drawn it, I can't erase or change it. I have to keep all the mistakes visible, I can't hide them.
Mummy Assemble the fleet, Broken Britain - Benefits cheats. Hose down my town Benefits come with age, Seen it, mean it, been it.