My mind does a hundred somersaults
Fine thoughts
then I crumble from a hundred summer faults
Berate myself with dumb assaults
Brought back to fears that come from vaults
Submerge my head in memory ignore the stings of wounds it salts
Return to elation feels more than just vacation
until I hear the wrong song on a radio station
Healed abrasions
Illustrations
Animations
and suddenly the colors gray
becomes a simulation
and I’m filled again with
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