My retinas have that full-sun bleach
Light's ghosts haunting every blink
I hope I won't remember you wrong
Always
Red fire in blues and greens
A sky rocket reaching for the moon with screaming hands
Dying brighter than it ever lived.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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