What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
A cage, a prison filled with emotions
all brown, like the color I've been mixing for my yantra for three days.
Brown chains, brown bars.
Take one out, free it, try it on. Make peace.
Be you.
Change the colour. Empty the cage.
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