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May 2020
The water tries
to spell happy
my brain yells
                              **** that

row up the stream
God it’s all so
                             blue!
wait no
It’s nothing
cause it's all breaths
of tiny explosions
and everybody
                               dies!

just pixel cells and carbon
or some **** like that

a great green north
shouting hymns
to quite a rumbling mind
but all the quite is too much sound
the beautiful green trees and little
                                                        blue ponds!

make the sounds
click
postcard
paint it on my
face

hey
I’m happy!
                             wait
                          no
rustles of wind
are just the gas chambers
hissing on

those two oxygen
*****
are professional arsonist
wearing mask that say
                                           fertilizer
                                                    salesman
you breath in life
I burn inside
out
millimeter by millimeter
until a tree grows out of my
head

we all die
but what if we
                         don’t
It’s all real till it’s
                               synthesized
I'm symphonies inferno
until I'm part of the choir
Kyle Reeves
Written by
Kyle Reeves
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   MS Anjaan
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