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1:04 PM


SPIT OUT THE BRIGHT COLORS

painted on the unknown to make it marketable to the masses,

the mugged middle-class.

SPIT OUT ONTO A CANVAS

make it out of imagination.

SPIT OUT AN EXPLANATION

for why there are no shadows

among the shades of red

recreated on a

splintering

snow white

wonderland.

 

 

"Shadows mean loneliness,"

and you have enough of that

at home as the red numbers

change to

1:04 AM

 

 

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Alex_M

Hey there, I'm a Freshman Unspecified Arts Major in college and I am a bookkeeper. I've always loved the rawness of poetry so if my poems are a bit jumbled, that's why!

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