Fading neon lights
yellow feelings flashing under the midnight street signs
i have cold sweats in mid november
i am 81 and there are patterns on my head like lady bugs dancing on the chandelier
with spiders trickling down the inwards of my spine
give me good morning kisses
and burnt orange goodbyes
untill the dandelion wine has gone sour
and no one will be around to answer the door
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