sunday from 5:20-5:55
At midday the next day I'm swayed by a recollection. In the snow I see a reflection of the sunset. Similar shades played games on the horizon. I was moving a car, glad to keep my eyes on it. Lasted long than expected. Upon further inspection, I'd lost my mind to introspection. A familiar spectrum of color. I was smothered and infatuated; a lover decapitated. So I rolled down the window to wake up.
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