Jello Days
Jello days
Under unsure clouds.
Maybe a drop drops.
People ruin you and make you melt.
I am half machine and half soft warm things that leak.
Never mind cynicism and doubt.
Get real, y'all.
Someone is serving jello.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2019
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