Jenis Lunkad
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

A realignment

I let them in.. but they eclipsed me.

Scattered images like an 80s television,

Blurring, blurring.

Saturday morning, it’s chill outside,

Yellow leaves and yellow minds,

Weed or flower, you’ll never realise,

Hush baby hush (just don’t guess)

After the bullets aimed at you like rainwater,

You can still feel the light falling on your sky.

Even though it’s been dark for a while,

From all the thunder you made yourself some light.

It was a scenic bunch of December mayflies,

Good to look at them and then good to die.

Trust your musk,

And the bees will come,

To the flower ‘cause in it is the Sun.

Jenis Lunkad

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