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the dim red letters read “4:23”
i walk in barefeet to the backdoor
half asleep, vision sort of blurry
the grass is damp, but i always loved the morning dew
my radio continues to play the same songs
the icy chill is creeping up slowly
my thin forest green sweater barely keeping me warm
But there’s nowhere else i’d rather be
the sky is something else during this time
stars are as clear and bright as can be
the rainfall has finished, yet the clouds abide
a magenta midnight river flows across the sky
i am the only person in the world
the transcendence reaches far beyond the human mind
will i ever reach this level of serenity again
or will i become washed up in the charade
i have seen this before, once in a dream...
Once Before
by Bianca Ibarra