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winter and love are weird

midnight mistakes itself for mystery and i am left with open palms

and no where else to go

except into the progressive noise-

push forward, they said.

outlined against morals, we are

a picture turned into negative color

like an eleventh grade art assignment

that he never finished;

erase

erase more.

be the ringing in my ears

but not the copper taste in my mouth,

or chatter of my teeth when I step outside

with wet hair in the winter;

i have to go.

Author's Note

sure?

Reviews

[Tony]

"we are a picture turned into negative color
like an eleventh grade art assignment." Awesome imagery:)

[Tegan]

Thank you!!!