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Distortion
Colours changing shape and form, and tixtures changing style,
I look around at everything, and get lost after awhile,
Like a mass ball of confusion, a web of tinted brash,
Colours blending evenly, come together when they clash,
It's like my eyes are blurry, I can't see very well,
The colours of the leaves in fall, sometimes remind me of hell,
The things we see aren't always there, poor victims are a portion,
I've got to get away from here, escape all this distortion....
it made me think....i like : ) peace ~cat~