The cold fluorescent breeze
culminates in
wafts of light
dark
and trite
The bitter shadows
sweep through
flavors of black
sour
full of traps
The sting of kisses
steals away
tactile thoughts
grey
and lost
I used to have so much to say. I never stopped talking. Not even to think.
Now I can't stop thinking.
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