An Ode To Clul. Poem by Laurenne Lauran
An Ode To Clul.
Can you paint with all the colours of the window? Because my window is kind of dusty.
Let us rejoice in the mushroom of the dining room, in the remnants of the hamster that used to be.
Us, only us. Being all that us can be.
Let us laugh in the shadow of the excrement-coloured lampshade, as the mothers chatter in the hall way.
An ode to Clul, the best part of all of us. Let your inner Clul be free.
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