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there's something magical about a sunrise with no sun watching the blinds go from algae bloom blue to the color of mustard (gold.), to see the colors pass as do your bruises. (time.) the healing consumes you, burning you whole.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
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there's something magical about a sunrise with no sun watching the blinds go from algae bloom blue to the color of mustard (gold.), to see the colors pass as do your bruises. (time.) the healing consumes you, burning you whole.
pulling all-nighters in the summer has freedom (a lack of risks) and beauty (the first brushstrokes of light at 5:30 am). to combat time with vision. watching bruises go by and seeing the beauty in their transition. yellows and blues.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
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