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Aug 2014
"You need not worry about the silence." He used to say. Though most nights I lay awake hoping I'll never end up a rose or a daisy.

morbidly brittle
with their lack
of water and
attentiveness

whatever
hope I ever had of
forever youth
drains through my soil

petals of swaying
promises
overexposed
wishful colors
depicting temporarily
as happiness in death
Josh
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Josh  33/M/San Diego
(33/M/San Diego)   
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