*This poem was written in collaboration between myself, a friend, and some guy who wouldn't tell me his name.


Smokey eyes in Autumn,
lost gazes in twilight thunder.
My skies are beige
and my leaves crust crimson-
slowly fading to gray, losing grasp of reality.
But reality lost itself, shadowed years before
in a copper conflict
of tarnished teeth
and a tongue that spits rabid obscenities-
but the eyes, oh the eyes, calm and still.

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