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on fire
it's a certain time of year every time
after the orange glow when the heat starts kicking on
&&& you start bundling up for that first snow fall
that's when it all floods back
cold roads with deep memories
flickr photographic pilot light memory
i never remember colors til this time of year
&&& it's each time every time
you'd think after so long the past wouldn't persist
but it keeps kicking on
even through the subconscious spring and summer
and all through the autumn
the dormant dreams bleed thicker than blood
&&& redder than your whole heart. on fire


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