
I swallow a small sunPressed into a chalky moonIt dissolves behind my eyesColors learn new rulesWalls breathe slow and wideTime drips instead of fliesMy sadness floats then runsNot really gone just undoneLike a thought wearing water wingsSwimming through clocks and paper thingsDrifting where the shadow folds and clingsStatic vibrates in my bloodAuthenticity buried under mudDrowning [β¦]
Prozac ~ Poetry

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