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Description
The snow fell like ash on a Monday afternoon,
Disappearing upon contact and forgotten.
Flower blooming in the snowy depths
Of this dark and defiant April shower.

Meanwhile,
I watched money flow like a river
Into an ocean of ink.
I shielded my eyes from the glow of the sun
As the treasury turned into salt.

I wanted to fly,
But was afraid of falling.
Not quite the cruelest twist of fate.
I filtered the light through a cellophane ceiling,
And drenched myself with the green of the spring.

I'm using an ottoman as a stool,
A coffee table as my bed.
The thorns protrude from my nape,
And they sting my ego,
Bleeding out my pride as I sleep.

Description
The snow fell like ash on a Monday afternoon,
Disappearing upon contact and forgotten.
Flower blooming in the snowy depths
Of this dark and defiant April shower.

Meanwhile,
I watched money flow like a river
Into an ocean of ink.
I shielded my eyes from the glow of the sun
As the treasury turned into salt.

I wanted to fly,
But was afraid of falling.
Not quite the cruelest twist of fate.
I filtered the light through a cellophane ceiling,
And drenched myself with the green of the spring.

I'm using an ottoman as a stool,
A coffee table as my bed.
The thorns protrude from my nape,
And they sting my ego,
Bleeding out my pride as I sleep.