no right tunes,
seem to spell out now.
no matter all the jumps,
and picking at it all.
moods dangling,
you know, or so i wrote.
free fall!
one and all.
and it was all yellow.
forgot what it was,
thought it turned into something,
turns out,
no and wholly so.
it never shined,
pain seems welcoming,
and missing became a sin.
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