empathy dies
on a sunny slope.
you've seen the light,
gave up on a parable.
seeking night,
you still fear
the cold.
outside getting old
alone.
running home,
you've cursed yourself
find some other lover
on the way...
for all your color,
you're still so
forgettable.
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