everything is black and white.
it's getting late and there's not enough light.
in the back stands a girl with a violin.
sometimes i feel the sand in my skin.
"the ugliest scene, the worst mistakes."
everything is in shades of gray.
i watch the girl and her curly hair.
"i tear, oh god, and i tear, i tear."
i swear i smelled petals on my way up the hill.
their fleshy whiteness. is it summer, still?
when i sing all i get is an echoing call.
i'm hollowed and sluiced. it's time for fall.
i need howling to cover my dead-throat rasp.
i need something that i can finally grasp.
that won't dissolve into a colorless blur.
"there's no innocence like hers, just emptiness and nerves."
"such a beautiful child. such an awful waste."
i'm washed and done. she's wasting away.
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