The blue is now gray, that when I see it I get sudden chills in my spine,
thorns become brutal as if the coming from the grapevine.
Cotton seems to grow bigger by the time light touches the mountain,
the skin feel thicker than fat air which is a result of the fountain.
Knowing that sometimes today i will reach my vertical limit,
but how far will it take me to realize, it might be only a permit.
The time that it comes from is somewhat very unique,
What it is that is so physique?
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2 comments:
Thats definitely Odd.
In the end.."Who are we all?"
you're talking about chills..well ill tell you what gives me the chills..this poem..good job!
Crystal
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