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Faded blueprints
Sweeping the streets,
While blaming defeat-
On the sidewalk.
Taming my feet-
Things can only look up,
For Us.
Blissful,
As you trickle to the-
Granite door.
Labeled as such,
You puffed up-
Fixed my cuff.
Gravity abandons,
All of us.
Grasping what's left-
Youthful death,
Hasn't met an end-
Left to stand once more.
Mother, why you'd fuss?
Our rooms are cleaned at once.
Small fingerprints fade in time.
One, two, three-
Your kisses we'll keep.
Our ashes may seem-
Like sandy gold,
Smells of brimstone.
The loss of two leos and a capricorn.
Our corduroy vests,
Her pink satin dress-
Stained with crimson,
Not to mention shards of glass.
These will soon flush,
As we thrust through misty clouds.
We leave as we come-
Just candles in the sun.
