Lungs refuse to bloom
His limbs blackened like ashes
Born 2007
Lungs refuse to bloom
His limbs blackened like ashes
Born 2007
Raindrops on my windshield, a nocturnal symmetry,
Headlights carve through the darkness - black bear trinity.
Lost in reverie, like race cars through thunder’s track,
Will I ever go back there? Back?
They say I hate you,
But I never really did.
All I do is suffocate my sadness into nothing at all - like you taught me;
Because I don't know what else to do.
I see grief everywhere around me;
In 7 pm,
In cans of Appalachia,
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