White Lies

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Inhale the deep frustration
Lighten up dear, it’s a hoax
A Jack In The Box, spring-back
Whirlwind of winded emotions

I wake up
Remember to blink
Once more, for good measure
Turn around to see a familiar body

But a forgetful road

Crick, Crank
Churn the cogs, another spent, another done
Minutes dancing off my brain stems
Watercolor fades to gone

I am too, in this for the long haul
For the touch, the honest smell
Gliding past my nose
I see a small me down the road

She spreads her fingers across the dried-out, Summer grass
Jaundice yellow, dissipating into dust
She wonders why each blade of grass could not stay green
And always alive

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