300 Daysthe winter melts inside my iris awakening the thoughts without home300 Days
the sun has spilled it's greys and whites across the soundless concrete the sight of which haunts me
between the curbs and life lay voices of the restless months
as the foliage buds it's own tomorrow the smell of cheat lingers on the air
three hundred days this life has taken and I ask, do you love what I've become?
| I am an.. activist, a realist, a lyricist, an artist, an idealist, an expressionist, an enthusiast, an environmentalist, a theorist, and a humourist. and I drink a lot of coffee. |
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- Emily
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