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my eyes only see red-orange
by Ava Blu
when I went to sleep,
my head was full of red-orange
red-orange guilt,
freedom, regret,
choice
and I thought it had something to do with
fire
but I never did acquire the taste for burning
instead, I am mesmerized at watching from afar
as people dream in blazes of fireworks
and I stand 66 feet away
with the after affects still lingering
around my tongue.
11/05/2006 Posted on 11/06/2006
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shirin Swift on 11/07/06 at 06:34 AM "the after affects still lingering/around my tongue" that's nice, what you see simmers all the way down the throat. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/10/06 at 08:40 PM As always, you're just a little more interesting than almost anyone else I know. |
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