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Nov 2013
Ice cream from the box
close to 3 a.m.
means we're doing it again
we're burning the blades
crystallize your life like this

When flames die and we arrive
in this moment
what will we have?

Big screen on and bright
each night the same games
distract from how our lives played
each thought the other
resigned design and instead

Stitched
What was wanted that no one wanted

When flames die and we arrive
in this moment
what will we have?
When flames die can we deny
the dreams we dreamed
or will we turn
turn and sleep?
Jaymisun Kearney
Written by
Jaymisun Kearney  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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