Miami

the signs of the great Existence glow like neon signs in the miami dusk

a new dawn is upon mankind

a sunrise on the death of my adolescence

these writings are childish and pathetic, and i know this

elementary words with no rhyme or reason

but they’re my words

She’s in every letter that i scribble

initials etched into my mind like children playing in the forest

their yells and screams and screeches loud enough for none to hear

are they really there? or do they pretend to exist for my bitter torment?

the sounds are all around me

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