Forcing my eyes to stare at the ground
The mushroom colored clay spins furiously
only to eventually submit to a pair of hands
I just can't take people seriously
Earphones in their proper place
whisper delicate chords and
barricade my mind
Peanut butter is stuck to the roof of my mouth
a dog in a human body
while glitter falls from the sky
and gathers on the ground
Spears of ice anchor onto gutters and windowsills
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