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So Caught Up

in the marching life I lead

my steady routine

i wake up

i put on make up

i pack up

and then i walk

i walk two miles

to the train station

but i never stop

to admire the sky's routine

her waking up

her make up

she puts on a dusty rouge

an ethereal pink that as the day wears on turns to cornflower blue

a whispy blue with many secrets behind

secret galaxies and stars all hidden by her make up

and she puts lipstick on the clouds

that later fades away to reveal a delicate white

her makeup is much better than mine

but like mine it fades away too

her rouge turns blue

her cloudy lipstick turns white

but i never notice

I'm too scared of missing the train


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