ultra voilet voodoo
feigning constant motion though providing none
someone will paint the station signs over to read that you are now somewhere else
in cream cracked voice it announces red
signals why all the blue faces longing for later
accidentally roll over their friendly time zone line
A dangerous place, Eastern, some say
beige smoke screens and unmarketable mist
a vortex of improbable indigo of secret manufacture
touched the black sea
and all this purple can drive an elephant into indelible amnesia
I don’t know why I love your writing. I just do. :]
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Maybe. Or mental patients. Haha. I laugh at my own jokes before anyone else does!
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