Another gray morning to wake up
Drenched in a thick feeling like
I may never fly again.
Missed talking to one friend
And missed the sorrows of another
Almost through with myself already.
And something pulls me to quiet...
Pink exotic fragrance outside my window
But I dare not open to a day so cold
Instead fill myself with jasmine green
And linger among
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Oh, and epic imagery. <#<3<3<#<3
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