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Unconditional Confusion The days are short, but it’s alright. The pool is warm, violets, red and blue.       The sky is filled       with       haze. I float away the hours -- minutes rise to the western wind. My eyes are puffy        from the chlorine        I        Soak in. I close my eyes to see a black tarmac road, endless through a dusty field, sun scorched        and itchy, my        skin hot        and red. Slipping down under to soften the irritation I drop a cinder anchor to remain in place;        time remains        one smiling        face alone in        that silent abyss.
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
California Dreaming
Unconditional Confusion The days are short, but it’s alright. The pool is warm, violets, red and blue.       The sky is filled       with       haze. I float away the hours -- minutes rise to the western wind. My eyes are puffy        from the chlorine        I        Soak in. I close my eyes to see a black tarmac road, endless through a dusty field, sun scorched        and itchy, my        skin hot        and red. Slipping down under to soften the irritation I drop a cinder anchor to remain in place;        time remains        one smiling        face alone in        that silent abyss.
#sadness#confusion#resolution
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JacobWe
20/M/Wisconsin
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
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