Mackenna Gaeta

Breathing air like sunshine
Summer tasted like copper that year
Sparks and stuck stars
Jet-lagged hopes of growing old
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We left each other wayside bruises
You more than me.

Graveyarded apologies
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What a wishing-well romance!

Penniless
And an eternity for free.
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Bed sheet revenge
Lead to closet insanities
But not clockwork clarity
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We are threadbare royalty.

Let all the sugar of these walls
Stain our lungs with pride.
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Time oozed slowly over sun-dusted windowpanes
Marching in lines so solemnly familiar
Leaking deja vu like motor oil
Our insides used to roast like that
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