Twist and shout

With the sky scrapers,

Tall and all,

We almost forget the fall,

The autumn breeze is missed,

A frozen youghurt is a twist,

Brain snow is something too withhold,

Make it your own to moan,

The winter is coming,

A storm is lurming,

The faces we make is disturbing

Don’t worry you are not in a rush,

Or hurry to make a flush,

The color scheme leaves me drained,

Look at the mirror and feel the pain,

What is the purpose of all this,

Is it possible to fix,

Is it possible that we don’t exsist,

A dark cloud raining over me,

Possible missions is stormzy,

I don’t hate the weather it’s not haunting me,

The end,


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