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GM, November
It’s November,
I feel better than ever!
No one wants to rot in rain,
but can’t change the weather.
How hard you can laugh at
the world being a bad joke?
How timing is a bitch, yet
time doesn’t exist at all.
Catching a missed flight,
running in vicious circles,
I pray from a dying planet:
my whispers be cherished.
The star beams dazzling light,
sad it’s already dead.
When your letter is finally returned,
has my message gone weak and worn?
It’s November,
I feel better than ever!
Can’t control the climate change,
I go live in my own summer ;)
How much you can grief, in
a doomed world full of regrets?
How there’s still time, when
you are honest to decide.
The world might not be real,
the summer tho is truly chill.
I pray to a dying planet, to
break free from guilt and sorrow.
Is this enough wordplay for the day,
writing a poem for November on October 28th?
The puzzle lies between Past and Future,
Where the rest simply fades.
It’s November,
I feel better than ever!
No one wants to rot in rain,
but can’t change the weather.
How hard you can laugh at
the world being a bad joke?
How timing is a bitch, yet
time doesn’t exist at all.
Catching a missed flight,
running in vicious circles,
I pray from a dying planet:
my whispers be cherished.
The star beams dazzling light,
sad it’s already dead.
When your letter is finally returned,
has my message gone weak and worn?
It’s November,
I feel better than ever!
Can’t control the climate change,
I go live in my own summer ;)
How much you can grief, in
a doomed world full of regrets?
How there’s still time, when
you are honest to decide.
The world might not be real,
the summer tho is truly chill.
I pray to a dying planet, to
break free from guilt and sorrow.
Is this enough wordplay for the day,
writing a poem for November on October 28th?
The puzzle lies between Past and Future,
Where the rest simply fades.