I saw a shrub that giggled.

It giggled right at me.

There was a sky today.

But I only saw a sea.



A sea of people walking by.

Starring ,all like freaks.

All these people glared right through.

Looking right at me.



Walking down the bruised cement.

Turning down my street.

I saw a playdough cloud that yelled.

Screaming secrets,all to me.



Those dried up leaves were dying.

Under the tree that welcomed me safe.

In mud, I saw them crying.

It was to late, I just waved.

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