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It all came
An ejaculation of resin
in my memories
Daunting
The thoughts that
crept in corners

Hot summer nights
Blank roses and
A fluidity of
movement

You sat quietly
watching
the colors of
my silence

It all began
I was in
remembrance
of who he
was
the color of
anger
is purple
the color of
silence is
blue

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