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Blackberry stained summer
Biting almost
With its sweet tartness
Reminding that
Yes,
I still live.
With all that entails
Yes, my lungs still fill
With air
And smoke
And mirth
Still tighten with
Unwanted thoughts
Strayed south from my head
Wrecking havoc on my insides.
Yes, I am still alive
Sunshine and leisure making bright the colors
Bright the flavors
Bright moments passing,
With speed unreal
Wearing themselves into my skin.
Yes, I still feel.
Yes, I still breathe in
Lifeblood and incense kalidescoping within and without.
Yes, I still exhale