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august sixteenth
by Ava Blumy clothes look different hanging in the new closet,
a certain sadness is there
with the colors blending to form shades of
black and blue;
i leave the door open as i sleep
so that i can imagine waking up to
new colors in the morning. 08/16/2009 Posted on 08/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/17/09 at 04:39 AM This is my favorite one of the series so far. It's a beautiful thought, and you hit it well the windows are afraid to shake. The last three lines are as perfect as anything I could ever hope to read. |
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