just three short somethings from me:
-at the medic lib-
blotches of blue
porcupines of green
streaks of murky brown
-after lunch, back in the medic lib-
sheets of gray
tiles of white
signs of dying brown
-leaving medic lib-
rays of hope
winds of change
chances of bloom
(me, at my worst attempt to be a poet)
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