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Confetti culture

Spit out a kilowatt

light up

or shut up

and

stay in the dark

 

I am a part of the movement

that challenges

incessant torment.

 

Nothing as quiet as the dead when

the dead of the night is unsettling.

 

Every petal you pull and tell me it's a love

is a petal that dies in your hands

 

fatally injured

I bleed into your arms

where you hold what is

left of once magical charms

do you see them now?

the low down as I go down is

there's only one life

you live or you lose it,

but do no confuse it

with living.

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john-edward-smallshaw
70 / English
Published
Jul 3, 2016
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