This is a poem… I don’t know what to name it…

Before I start, one warning: this is a WEIRD POEM.

I feel like seaweed.

The sky is graying.

The grass is fraying.

My mood is paining.

Two days later

The sky is straighter

The grass an acre

My mood is greater.

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