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This post was shifted upwards (i.e., originally, this was published on 23 April, but now I’ve tweaked the settings and well, you know when this is supposed to be published.)

Yep. From the marvelous author herself.
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frogs love spring! it brings fresh rain and puddles, colour and drizzles.
and then there’s summer! all the fun games and [...]

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No, I didn’t write this poem. Catfish/amoeba/yongie wrote it.

Random poem
by the great me

I feel daunted
not by challenges
but by traps.
I feel trapped
not by darkness
but by constraints.
I feel constrained
not by chains
but by time frames.
But in fact,
you know that,
the truth is,
I like challenges
testing yourself:
exhilarating.
I like darkness
quiet solitude:
peace.
I like chains
solid reminders:
duty-bound.
But time frames,
time frames,
time frames…
Are open [...]

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The dark room: Perspectives.
 
Click.
I cringed. Pitch-black.
Bump.
“Oops, I’m sorry. Didn’t see you there.”
Click.
Ah, some light in darkness at last.
Turn.
Now focus, focus. Don’t make a sound now. Good handle!
Slide.
Blood takes the place of snow quietly.
Good.
Now it’s safe. Place yourself in position…
Now…
Ready for everything to be exposed? Check.
Click.
Blood recedes into the darkness.
Slide.
Blood wouldn’t be staining snow now. Not [...]

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Oh well.
 
 
Out of the window
 
Pale blue.
Streaks of mauve.
Blue.
Wait. That looks suspiciously like
Prussian blue.
No, now it looks to be
Black.
Really, no kidding.
Black.
At seven in the evening? No.
Oh, it’s turning bluer now.
Dark Teal.
Yes, definitely dark teal.
Violet?
Can somebody suddenly get colour-D? No?
Why are the colours changing ever so constantly, then?
I wonder.
 
 
So there I was, looking out of the window [...]

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As you should be able to tell from the title… I’m slacking now. Sort of. But I did do Physics worksheet 5.1 just now, so all in all I didn’t slack the whole day. Technically.
Anyway.
These are some of the meaningless poems/bunches of words my irrational brain has come up with.
 
 
The dark room
 
Click.
Pitch-black. Obviously.
Bump.
“Oops I’m sorry. [...]

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