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crimson naivety
Encroaching trees conceal this purple depression
that overtakes me (twilight-covered)
on the nights when barbed wire lines our faces
&
Boston is receding in the distance.
All I have is a box of un-mailed postcards
waiting to fly in the breeze.
You, the startling neon drug dream,
would laugh at my wide-eyed disillusionment
with this blood red southern sky.
As it is, my ink is bleeding,
so mascara runs rivulets down my scarlet cheeks
like modern art.
I wish someone would install a drinking fountain
in your desert eyes, because this will never work.
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