when life is always in the flat
and the sky is blue with curses
and the wind blows fire
just think of it as a nightmare
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Under The Redbud
when life is always in the flat
and the sky is blue with curses
and the wind blows fire
just think of it as a nightmare
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