silencing ur dreams
when unhappiness oozes out of every pore,
it seeped from the eyes, ached from the ears, running out of the window, stopped at boredom,
absorbed all and galloped into the garden,
the grass stopped giving reprieve.
it mourned n groaned n crawled away to die.
sitting n stopping, running n laughing tendacled its way into the red boom.
there it sits...n will not leave..not now..not ever..forever it sits
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