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  Jul 2019 strawberry fields
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ye, changing sparks of color
- the sea is stained like your eyes
tears, of sunset, of desire, of gold
i'm coming to terms good things
fall apart, past days echo
  Jul 2019 strawberry fields
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they still shootin’ errybody out there
ripped and ****** gushed
black woman pregnant shot in the belly
then blame her for fightin
with the poor white defenseless neighbor
only in Alabama, yo, that racist
yellow burning state

i flick a cigarette on the floor
light the moment up
close reddit’s news tab
and walk away silently
  Jun 2019 strawberry fields
If you see this then this not, in fact, explicit.
  Jun 2019 strawberry fields
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hear you a little different now
said you were rich a week ago
but now your unemployed
hope your mouth can do some work

my imagination calcifies
couldn't tell if you were shopping
or just looking enviously
jealous of the clothes others wear
  Jun 2019 strawberry fields
Clouds drift through
my conscience
water-vapored daydreams
It’s raining in June
and I spent all my money
on clothes but can’t go
outside to show them off yet

I go out in my garden
to smell the lavender towers
in their purple hush
and the daffodil shows
while wearing my pink
victoria secret bathrobe
while the neighbors nose
  May 2019 strawberry fields
If you're gonna love me
you gotta love all of me
and if you're gonna leave me
you gotta leave all of me
right there I coulda sworn
I saw you fly out the window
over the balustrade, your feathers
left all over the couch
takes a dream to stream all the rivers
of bad luck and the grief
stretching our limbs out in the water
but i can't for the life of me
these greenstick, grief stricken lies
keep me awake for night
that you somehow had the brief
patience to handle a fraction
of me and I don't blame you at all
  May 2019 strawberry fields
In the night I see nothing
but stars falling
in the day I’d let you know
my secrets but you’d cut
my guts open and laugh
so I sit still at the table
and watch the bumblebees
make their fuzz-buzz
hide their small heads
in leaf shelter...
how ironic, I think
to myself.
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