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Day 267: Parking Lot Dreams

  • Writer: ZJC
    ZJC
  • Jul 14, 2020
  • 1 min read

Orange, ripe, peel

Fire flicker in the silhouette of the moon

The sun rises over a red sky

I try to catch my breath

And fail to say...

Lost in an imaginary eternity

Down the endless river

The orange is flowing

Floating

Away


 
 
 

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