she
is
she is colors
lights
bright city lights,
lights

she has an iv, or maybe an i-82
running through her veins
(one of those things with a
me myself and i
and those numbers and letters)

those things she cries,
maybe she cries,
just
silly things, so
the tears still get out
but she can move on.

lights, lights
winking in the distance -

a devil in the sky.

mood_ groggy
music_ look up - stars
crave_ sleep

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