flagpole, laughing kids, the cigarette burns.
Eating in the blissful cold
holding onto the opaque stick
bellowing the crooked laugh
cringing at the empty--
justice.
Bringing back the love
lost amongst the pain, regret, loss.
The secrecy lives in us
arming the smoked apathy
green crass, broken bones, concrete cracks.
The trigger is sweaty
the face is blank
the mind is cloudy
the voice is sour
the love is shattered
your laugh hangs.
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