Empty thoughts are for bad days.
Drowned out by scores of soothing music.
Secretly serenading my ears
& marinated in the cobalt blues
that spill across my page.
As i lay drenched in the beat.
Washing the day clean with my broken colors.


Empty thoughts are for bad days.
Drowned out by scores of soothing music.
Secretly serenading my ears
& marinated in the cobalt blues
that spill across my page.
As i lay drenched in the beat.
Washing the day clean with my broken colors.
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