Sidewalk Manchion

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By bedazzled

Scarlet wanderings, crimson reflexes, blood washed into pores. Icy reviews and insufferable replays. A sidewalk manchion. One step out, 10 steps back in. Prisoner of words. Cold, cold, damaging italics. A diamond fracture again. Dirty rainbow promises. Fingertip goodbyes. A frequent ache, unsettled pulse. Again, again, again. No more inhaling or exhaling of dusty syllables. I can't consume this poison truth, these poison lies anymore. There is no doorway, there is no door.

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