Split

Sick of the sides

Learning with no progress

My box is green-blue-red-yellow-orangutan

Extinct

My box is extinct.

 

Left alone, the tunnel expands

Contracted by force, it broadens

These are distinctions

To the fine eye

For art on my wall.

 

Cheese me awake every morn

And I capitalize on the aroma of seduction

By crushing myself

I am my own ant farm

I/We live happily together.

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