Mirthless junctions upon my soul,
Fear seeping through.
There is a shadow.
To say there is a shadow is to say I have one soul!
Stand up! Look up! Escape! Scream your freedom!
Love is pointless where you stand atop!
Grass smells green,
My room stinks stagnant yellow.
Dreaming is the new smoking!
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