The poison of tranquil is beckoning,
As our world falls apart,
The colourless violence screams,
Tired and drooping, our eyes long to see the blues and the greens.
Shouldn’t reality be real?
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The poison of tranquil is beckoning,
As our world falls apart,
The colourless violence screams,
Tired and drooping, our eyes long to see the blues and the greens.
Shouldn’t reality be real?
Continue reading at Yellowstylo
Thank you, Sue
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Thanks, Jaye x
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