mood: volatile
music: 'green' by mira
written 15 minutes ago:
Long
i stare at the twinkling orange stars
their visions illusions
at the mercy of the
primal roar of the jets
shivers run down my spine
at my back is the cold white steel rail
my heat is but a measly challenge
to its awe-inducing frigid pallor
the world is tinted rose
a bitter irony to the foreseer
and all i can do is scream
my greatest cry
my guttural hymn
and try to match
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