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a bipolar ode

the weather sucks today

the sun rose sultry grey

 

it’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow

and i love the orange sun rays

 

and i hate the rain’s tears

on frosted window glass

 

smiling shy though the clouds,

shining bright blue sky between its teeth

 

trapping me in a black stone prison,

its suffocating grey walls

 

freeing me from misconceptions

made be...

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