the world is green and i kinda really hate it
turn me white with envy if you must but i just can't stand this vomit, mother-eyed, sickly, booger-coloured world
that sets my sinuses aflame and ties my stomach in knots like stale mall pretzels in Septemberwell allergies ain't got nothing on Auntie Anne's and i must admit it's a key part of my summer scene but
this year i kind of want to skip this season entirely, even if doing so means this summer's fresh mall pretzels passing under the radar.
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoesíaF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-