The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--

The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--
delicate, so close my palms sweat with their 
phantom warmth

Warmth, for the clouds are red, 
and these days are short

Warmth, for these eyes have seen countless 
days of bitter cold

Of bitter hearts, of bitter minds

A sip of viscid anger, too
 

infinitelyinfinite3

MT

17 years old

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