Indian Summer


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In the black house
Reality mingles
With the sweet, salty blur
Of blue dreams.
.
Rejection of antagonistic security.
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Stretched
Charged
Attentive…
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Open like a flower.
.
Describe for me
The color
Of Indian summer.
.
I only see in black and white…
And sometimes shades of gray.

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