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27.7.09

Nothing Lovely.

I see nothing lovely around.
Washed colors that don't amuse me
abound around me.

The negative
is moving and inspiring.
Bad textures on my finger tips.
Bad poetry in my brain.

I can go on,
and on, and on.
What would b the point.

Nothing lovely around anymore.
Washed colors don't amuse me,
and washed colors that amused me.
I can change.

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