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Jun 2015
fruit on the sidewalk
fallen from the trees above
bleeding from too many footsteps
(of people who didn't care)
staining the cement with
the bright spring shades

and i'm saying "please don't leave me"
and you're deaf to my words -
crushing me under your heel -
but the colors i bleed are not spring
(they are summer heartbreak
and winters lost)
glassea
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glassea  24/USA
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