Well it's a blues rough kind of day and all the clouds cry their rain in hefty belts
Like the moment I lashed out at you with eyes which only saw you walking away
Every gulp and hot sigh seething over neatly green brimming grass stained soil squares
Fuck the smiles and teeth
All the phases in your face should be tight lips and contained emotions
A boiling pot of screw you's, ashes, wind, and eyelashes
Such a sad way to wish the day away but everything is temporary free anyway.
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