Poetry · Writing

(u)ntitled

it is here

we saw it:

cross over the moon

bleeding dune

two shots and your out too,

just another color spectrum

close your eyes and they’ll still select

us; they said they’re mature

after we endured

and we were reassured

it was their bag secured-

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