P R E Q U E L
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Chill.
Why can't I sleep
There's a chill under my blanket
And on the road home
Through the red lenses of my sunglasses
Leaves catch fire and tumble across the street
My arms drown in sleeves
Why must we fall?
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