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May 2010
Lose yourself within
These splatters yellow red
Are you even living?
No way back
No way for us dead.

Painted over
So many boarded up
Windows.

Bright blue
The color of sky
Visible to all
Invisible, the red
Invisible, the black
Invisible, the gray

Paint conforms to its surroundings
And what I've found is
It smothers.
Silently,
Happily,
It smothers.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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   Michael Crowley
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