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It started calm and new
A novel game to play

A twist, a turn, a tap, a burn,
On such a sunny day

Though now the sun has set
And all I see is fake
The pixilated pigments spins
It gives some and it takes.

The screen lights up in color
The hues begin to fall
They clutter, ever quicker
Into there hemm'ed hall

Like some collective snowball
The flakes begin to hoard
The lively refined shades and tones
Massively are stored.

Excitedly relaxing
A nervousness release
The goal's to touch at tempo
- Escape the Fun Police.