A new decade comes
in the form of the same
four walls over and over
again: March, April, May
June, July, till we return
to a déjà vu new year
stuck behind the same
walls; shrinking, waiting
for a life to come that
never comes. The orange
of dawn flashes against
the hue of living room
walls just the same as
the deep purple of sun
set and we wait for a new
day,
a new year
to fall.
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