When your mind is like a twister
merky pond water in your eyes
medication clea's scum
thats no road
When sand get's in your food
no use sorting out
earace the chalkboard
seach the sky's
Black, blue, green, white
bee's on the sidewalk
glossy eyes blink
unknown solution
when fingers fijit
game over
pin is droped
pond is dry
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