His eyes watering,
He can barely see,
With poudrins sliding
down his cheeks, he's smiling.
Acute pains of stress,
Clouds of imbroglio hovering,
His smile deceiving,
His eyes now bleeding.
Needles of grass,
Stabbing him as he lies,
Under the cold trees,
As his skin cells freeze,
Poudrins now still.
The ice now burning,
His migraine is the snow,
His smile now static,
People see a lunatic.
Muscles immovable,
His joints jammed,
His engine now empty,
He never woke up again.
Acute pains of stress,
Clouds of imbroglio hovering,
With poudrins on his skin, resting.
In peace he is now resting.
The world just lost a poudrin.
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Encrypted Introspection
De TodoA little bird's diary for when he was growing up, until now, when he is still flying after being flightless for so long. Written in ambiguous English, these texts have hidden meanings to the bird's life at every stage of his growth. The workings of...
