its grey, rainy,
the empty fountains full,
it doesen't feel like that kind of day,
doesn't feel anything.
i'm just missing something,
not getting the picture,
some colors aren't working,
or maybe its me,
it doesen't feel like anything.
its empty and the air is overcast,
don't feel like i'm worth it right now
its not the day to get anything done,
so not the time or place.
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its cold, i'm trying,
to say what hurts,
without actually saying it.
its poetry, its kind of empty,
the words lose rythym,
the hurts bogged down and cheapened.
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welcome home adam!
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