move objects,
soon I'll be back to the good old blue.
I have to tell you about my dream
"...I don't follow directions very well."
What if really, deep down, I'm a serious person?
I have to tell you about my dream.
Move objects (I love you.) move objects
back to the good old blue.
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Hindsight Bias
PoetryThis is an ongoing collection of found poetry taken from the journals I've written in over the years.
