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a question of thought to my own self,

why it seems that all the randomness -

the gray and dreary - snow, cold, rain

feelings of sadness - that terrible depression

it all comes in norway on a tuesday or wednesday...

why is it so?

again, as usual just another tuesday...

sit on a train or

walk city blocks

just become another nameless face

or faceless name

either way, these people don't care

like the faded colourless blurred remains

of unwanted art

pass by outside the windows

the dirty snow melts away

only leaving puddles and slush