It's not what you think

January 16, 2016

The green and blue was once so iconic.

The days of love and saftey too soon became chronic.

A brown hue rolled in.

Only the ones blinded by money continued to grin.

Foreknowlegde gave the blurs a clue.

But for now, the blurs with power do not believe and bid this cosmos adieu.

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