"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
The smell of nearing winter,
Lithium-induced fear of dreams,
The gory red of highway misery
Where there used to be life--
All of that is you;
And you are
Streetlamps on a bridge
That shine only in the daytime,
A star that fell
Just a little too far away.
- Kristyn Sherman
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