Sitting
In an open space
I listen
As the world fades out
And I hear things
As if underwater
Cushioned
From the chaos of the world
Peaceful
In this litle bubble
Where nothing can get to me
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.
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