in a deserted alley way
between a closet and a drink
fires and false alarms blaze
the target flexed it's flag
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in and out of the distance
freed in resoluteness
entering yesterdays data
in the search for aloneness
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red brick and a robins' nest
three in an eggshell aquaint
sitting in a corner legs folded
the blade bleeds for a bracelet
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the first drag after the first
a shared cloud of fermentation
the basil brush of mornings blush
as a hazel daydream smiles at blue
by ritt