Present

Was angry at something

Played football

Alone among the hiding birds

The evening sky

Coughing colors

Allergic to the grey forms

the factories cause

My mind lazily

grazing upon the

festicied crops

I guess this is

What present looks like

No one gives a  at all

Building skycrapers

Above our heads

One earthquake,

And it all falls....
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