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Dust
There's no such thing
as crazy is not sickness.
Conformity is suffocation.
The pills kill the light,
all else turns to dust
and in the rain we all rust.
Lift it up,
sweep it under,
show the sun,
no shame, no thunder.
God forbid
the rain should come.
Can't waste time
feeling the pain
pick a box, pick a box
they're all the same.
Grey.
©JMCole
Saturday 21st January 2017 10:49 am
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