Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
And the start to a new one.
Just saw 4.44p.m on my phone! Damn! Hahaha.
It's been 3 years. 3 years it's been. Awkward.
I'm feeling okay. Though I cried just now and the blue ink on my hands smudged with my tears so my face was a blue shade. It was funny. Kinda.
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