Rainbows.
The room is filled with rainbows.
I can tell by the shape; the clouds.
There aren't any colors though.
They're faded.
The rainbows are pale.
Almost like what a person looks like when they've been drained of their blood.
That's so vulgar,
It's just an observation.
You didn't have to say it like that though.
Quit being naive. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows.
That's ironic.
Shut up.
The rainbows are pretty.
The rainbows are dead.
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الشعرA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.
