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[fallenreliquary]

Poke a dot sidewalks crack
Underneath the sweet silence
The brick sprays onto the pavement
And the ruffles of clothing
the cancer of the night
Familiar faces blocked out
By the aggravating silhouette faces
Of changing morning lights
I choke on every word
Nervous tendencies
My eyes dance
To dance with shadows
Cherry is a color of sweetness
Of falling stars, and dreams.
And I still choke on every word
Feelings are unfathomable.
I dream of cherries,
Of maybes.
Of u.