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clothes that don't fit.
I sit on the edge of awake when the sun's
light (peachy and soft) leaks
through the curtains.
Her light is kind, but I
don't want to listen to the
sun today.
Beautiful, is this world,
painted (softly) by the golden
warmth of the sun.
But dark is my mind,
shadowed by thoughts dressed in
clothes that don't fit.
The context.
The words are about seeing a beautiful world outside and comparing it to the darkness of one's own mind. It's just a note from me that it's okay to feel a little down, even if the sun is shining.
My collage pages.
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