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Early Autumn

Walls explode around us,

terror tears tarnished paint,

impossible, defiant futures,

trampling on loneliness.

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We are peroxide,

burning through the dullest days,

blinding mirrors,

raising rainbows to wrap ourselves in.

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We dream of death,

sleeping souls, surrounded by green leaves,

too young to have fallen,

but hungry to be close to us.

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You are locked inside a salmon shirt.

I long to set you free,

begging my shaking hands,

to cooperate.


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