By Tatiana Suarez-Pico
Empty and bleak
Blank stare to adjust my eyes
Feeling so weak
A light so white, it cries
Wasted afternoon
I'm levitating inside a cloud
Nothing but a monsoon
A depressing mound
I'd rather be
In a colorful world
Materials to see
Sequins hurled
Eyes closed, I breathe in
All that I feel is comin'
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