little leaves,
you quiver,
thirsty,
exposing your silver
bellies to the angry sky.
electric front,
you scheme.
where to throw
your neon triton?
familiar storm,
you brew.
circling my universe
with your shards of
magnetic electricity.
Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me
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