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Iris Eve

 

Stalked by a dome of grey haze,
Colours shine melancholy;
O' the pain! How awful is that melody
Of anchored organs- I have seen
The light of two moons;
This day is ever lasting!

Tears are fingered in my stomach
Brandy and moon light don't mix;
Crusted with sequenced knolls
I run along a childhood safe
And jump- -10 feet!

Luna's radiance reflects and scurries,
Glowing Navy floors,
Sparkling the land around,
And I dance like a tic,
Blinded!

Apollo's feather unswayed,
Camouflaged in darkness;
I am a lighthouse, of teal and black
Lost,
Tired


It's my Fathers birthday tomorrow
And it's meaningless.

 



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