Blur…
. I blend, In the highway State. I flee The worldwide Quake. I run away Slowly making my way ‘Til the end of the dayEnd of dayss Blurry stake. I wander Half asleep, And half awake. The spiral Goes down To my diary’s take.
Tag: Blur
Blur…
Blacks and whites Blending into greys…Winter’s quite the mystery,Wouldn’t you say?Trying to grasp The very soul of the storm,Riding on the highwayFar away from home…Staring the beast in the eyes,As it might occur.I suddenly feel uncannily familiarWith that untamed blur…
After Eight Moments…
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