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Synesthesia

October 29, 2018
By dragonflys GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
dragonflys GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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At the edge of silver, a tear slips down my face turning into splashes of gold 

the center of boredom is the brain unlocking its freedom.

At the top of tomorrow waits at the bottom of yesterday.

The swirl of loneliness sounds like an ocean wave crashing down the surface that

if you look underneath peace, you might hear chaos forming,

So when you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find sadness dips of grass



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