Gray grit under red plush
My nose dabbles in gray lint
Eyes fight ancient loose flesh
Begone, obstinate gray tint!
I sift fragrant pale dust
Pastel chemical sharp guilt
Can’t shed jaded aged sight
Beware—lavender scenes melt.
Why come, scarlet
strange gust?
Return, vanishing
life’s glint!
Don’t dare
tremble, heart’s thrust,
Despite spiraling
scarred faults...
Stiff grip grabs a stuck crust
My nails wiggle a stale mint
One chance finds my choice lost
Intent tangles my round brush.
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