As I was going to work
I could feel the breeze twerk
I could feel the shapeless shadows lurk
Then my clutch went cigarette jerk
What was that I asked
I then felt my past walked pass
Felt so real, a dark aghast
A mystical rainbow in contrast
It's alright, I told myself
It's only until twelve
Neither it's a pack nor a commonwealth
It's just a certain emotion, no need to oppress
-PRK-
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