Something's done
Tomorrow's printed
Colors bleeding
Full of air. Free of wants
that a heart-attack can't undo
Tomorrow's printed
As though a canvas with a muse
Bigger, and brighter
Like a forth dimension breathing
Colors bleeding
and like an animate feeling
The big wide sky is encompassed
Within the expanse of this means
Full of air. Free of wants
Boldly and steadily flying towards the sun
I can feel my respiratory tract
becauseTomorrow's just around the night.
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