thick red written on the mirror,
lipstick, but strawberries
taking over
warm orange encased by shadow,
construction, but sunlight
of the cliff's face
pile of plums kicked off a balcony,
malevolent, but fun
when the rain stops...
there is no purpose
or closure for treadmarks
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