Desaturated

After the parade

that I didn't attend,

I clutch my imaginary flag.

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Pink, yellow, and blue

It sums me up,

how our summers seem to sag.

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Beneath corporate weight

and strawberry stains,

I kiss her lips in my mind.

~

I pray

that no one prays

for my soul, to find

peace and religion -

I died in a church

Past me, past time

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How I scream

to wrap him in my arms.

Our kitchen orange,

moonlit bedroom blue.

The aroma of their hair

hopes don't come true.

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The south is fierce,

reds boil at bay.

Soon -

they will be gone.

And we will all love

in our way.

And I will find love,

on my day.