Two o'clock.
The day startles me,
tearing apart the opiates of sleep.
Silence still.
The ground gives way.
Everything begins to burn.
Waves of penitent flowers
doused in gasoline.
The day startles me,
tearing apart the opiates of sleep.
Silence still.
The ground gives way.
Everything begins to burn.
Waves of penitent flowers
doused in gasoline.
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