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Autumn Matthews

The sun rises,
Bloodshot red sky.
Tainted by blossoming bullet holes.

Can I ever return
To the naivety of ignorance?
Whistling and explosives echo in my head.
Fade to black. Repeat.

The inky night,
Spreads like infection
Over the horizon like whispers,
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