A bright palette
whose colours I cannot touch
so I make believe I am colourblind

(a robot claws itself)

the slant of light

misses me,
I never caught your eye.

Clouds engulf me in acceptance.
Dismember me; one hope at a time
and rain, yes
into crevices
fit me where I belong

- justification for weeds sprouting for concrete

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Wrote that during gp
With eyes watering from ___
i know i am out of the equation (too mathetical an expression, really. I hate to admit it but I embody the stereotype of arts ppl sucking at maths; i put us to shame)

like it when she goes through essay qns
cos she doesn't expect any input from us
and i can stone (look at the sparkling leaves) and glance back only at the transparency only when she looks up.
minimal attention :)