born into a neon winter
garish and harsh
colors so bright they flamed
no closing my eyes
nothing to suck
only burning neon flames
grown in a cold cold winter
grey and silent
no color
no comfort
only me, alone
then oh!
on the horizon
sunflowers, rivers, green hills, sun and sand, soaring gulls, deer, rabbits, suburbs and suburbs of warm homes, laughter, dancing, song, beds and food and drink
a plentitude, a plentitude
It was a long road, but I got here
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