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Bubbles
Bubbles
Everywhere
The world warped on the skin
Colors meld together
Yet remain seperate
Watching, observing
Silent
At times the art is good
At times it would rather burn
A bubble still remains
Lurking in the air
Nothing to say
Not even a thank you
Orbs that stare
Orbs that judge
Unfair, these transparent shields
Bubbles are free
They roam where the current takes them
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Thursday 14th December 2017 12:14 am
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