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​TRUTH IS THE COLOR OF LEAVES

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I looked for you in the crystals store

Almost slipped

Put my hand in some aura

I’m probably missing a lot of loud messages

From the universe

Ate a taco down the hall

While my dad died

Spring is rude as ever

Trash floats down the river

Sunrise stains my mind

Long gasping breaths

From all of us




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