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RED

Today I awoke and the sky was red; The trees were dark and shiv'ring silhouettes. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed To dream of rusted skeleton regrets That oxidized on hopes tied up with lace. Today I awoke and the sky was red As pomegranates and rouged lips of coquettes, Copper awash, chasing the moon's pale face. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed, Tangled in sleep and sheets, my limbs unmet With morning cold, caught in their crooked grace. Today I awoke and the sky was red, Skyline reflecting November sunsets; Songbirds where quiet and wind was effaced. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed, To let the fire cle

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RED

Today I awoke and the sky was red; The trees were dark and shiv'ring silhouettes. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed To dream of rusted skeleton regrets That oxidized on hopes tied up with lace. Today I awoke and the sky was red As pomegranates and rouged lips of coquettes, Copper awash, chasing the moon's pale face. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed, Tangled in sleep and sheets, my limbs unmet With morning cold, caught in their crooked grace. Today I awoke and the sky was red, Skyline reflecting November sunsets; Songbirds where quiet and wind was effaced. I shut my blinds and fell back into bed, To let the fire cle

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From April

The sunset was soft behind the rainclouds, cold and windy in the early April evening. Gravel roads were wet, and the grass was finally green, after the freezing months of grey and brown. We drove over hills, recklessly, past scattered farm houses, barking dogs running behind us. Smoke replaced the words in passing over our lips, and music raged over the roaring in the open windows. It was times like these, some anthem of sex, drugs, and heartache blaring, cigarette resting between my fingers, that I felt content with living in every second, not mulling over regrets, not worrying about tomorrows. For a few hours, we could pretend to be free.

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