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A Poem by Anonymous

drip drop drop
upside down
slowly move, my mind
migrates wandering
vibrate my soul
black can have colors in it
flowers
nurture not posses.
wandering,
into pieces
you pop. my mind
is fuzzy blind
flowing upwards, upside
down wandering, electric
impulses don’t get sent but get received
i am not blind but i’m deceived
wandering wondering
how
much
longer
will you feed
my dead vibes
drip drop explode
never been alive
leave it
alone, keep
wandering
- to M