Los Angeles Lights.

Exhausted lemons and exasperated oranges
Territorial over the pollution-filled charcoal canvas
I breathe out my red-hot emotions into the sullied air
I breathe in a sedative purple peace
I am free - red, white, blue? - all at once.
This moment is mine.
No one can see me.
No one can see this.
This moment is mine, and mine alone.

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