Wildflowers

by strangerthaniam

Stolen goods working for an imagination, stick stuck on hyperdrive. Pop lock – hot stop, burn through fabric, no justice for maverick.  A cold air, strokes cold hairs, no feedback my friend, its a cold stare.  Stroking the line(s), graphite gone, rubbing the pink tip, warmth from friction no matter the photoshot.  It is a cold road, a cold hole, can you remember the times your mom stared at your empty soul?  A glass full, no matter what matter, upside down, fallen soldier(s) bleeding bugs from out to in.   A cold world my lonely friends,  seperated by distance, trapped by binary code.  Wildflowers, flourescent rainbow kaleidoscope colors escape from black holes, thoughts crashing to never give up. 

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