The Light Is Always There
More by IceGalaxy
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The Eldest of the Seasons
if life is but a dream for the dead
may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons
letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october
letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates
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forgotten summer's love
burn the polaroids you took this summer with the
first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve
and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial
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Dear Music
If you were a person
you'd have skin the color of the galaxy; ever-changing
hues of purple, blue, pink, salmon gold
your eyes would hold the world
any question answered the second someone looked into them;
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