the sky turned pink
the sky turned pink
just before the office
block began to shine
its gap teeth or its
Tetris hell
three friends are swallowed in;
a fast fashion
pleather wad in the tunnel before
the sky gives out,
dressed the same in tribute,
in intention
as pure as in wherever the
landing page takes you
in devotion to each other
and on to the next
thing and the things
after that.
Don't ever change,
now change.
idk why but the repetition of lines in the first stanza really work me up (in a really good way!)
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