There are times when I type gibberish for no reason. Now is one of those times.
Blue parakeets fly with my glitter glue
Why should we care?
They are eating away at the bright blue hue
No one wants to spare
The ocean is eaten
The sky is being eaten
The land is eaten
What of the blue that devours my soul?
Coins, clicking in my pocket
What of the glue that keeps it whole?
I'm flying high on a super jet rocket.
Super Jet Rocket. Rocket!
Jet to deep blue.
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