The dry air
cracked away my fingers.
The crisp wind
like shards of glass
hitting my face.
Colorado,
without a drop of snow.
Moisture gone from the air....
-----
Paint fills my nose
and makes me cough.
How can something
so pretty become
deadly?
But aren't most things
in this wold like
that?
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Noises around us
loud laughter & chatter,
but all I hear is
your voice.
All I see is
your smile.
All I want is
this moment
to escape this memory.
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Walking into Marriot
Hotels looking like
we're from the 1920s
but the people we
sing for are. I
guess I'm living like
a Rockstar.
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