april

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a•pril

noun

1. and the word bright forms on my lips. there is a softness to the light. blood red lips stagger through the dawn

2. birds try to name the sky through their long trip home and shivering children worship the clamour of falling leaves. we ache for the powder like snow

3. you tell me to name where i am. i don't know. i'm still stuck on the red. it's so much like blood.

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