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Pain, as bright as my neon highlighters Statements, bolder than the sound of my voice Colored every which way I trace Over every word So none feels left out Because I know
Sweet bludgeoned muse Perplexed in youth And made to hide away These points of view Deflect our hue In the march toward imminent decay
sometimes the sign you have been looking for is bright and fluourescent  invading the stormy blue sky sometimes its just a whisper in your ear soft and subtle like the brush of a butterfly wing
Feel these signs, feel these signs? Take them as your warning sign, warning sign If you can just pull away, pull away You only have so much time, so much time   Feel these signs, feel these signs?
tired, sunked blue eyes tell a story most people would rather not hear. red marks fresh with blood stains   on the adjacent sleeves' fabric. doesn't look at them so they    won't look at her.
I should have known earlier That something was off.   AGE 3 I am acting out My own death Over and Over and Over. Gunshots, falling, screaming, Nothing.  
You make sarcastic jokes and laugh a lot, as if we don't know that something is wrong. We watch you fade beneath a  thinning frame. We avert our eyes when your sleeves   fall back.
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam. Bind them into your eternal paradise. Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind. Craft velvet wings from jewels.  Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
Teddy bear’s choked with duct tape remind us to “Please drive safely” Smoky with his grave-digging shovel tells us: “Today’s Fire Danger is HIGH” We wind through canyons with dusty, sage-filled air.
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