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There is brown here
A dooming neutrality
darkening to black
as I picture you
further than the
sleeve equipped for
my emotive exchanges

In my misspelled well wishings
I hope you thought kindly

I am not as bitter
as my mocking your pockets may seem
I prefer you this way

Except, you must understand
that the best way to please me
is to not

And out of the other twenties that
never returned my message
I'd like to think you
had no words fit
so you got distracted by new days

We move from sepia to chocolate
as I express my disdain for anything
flavored this way
The lighthearted rejection of my preference
tells that I like the mild meekness of vanilla
The subtlety of a stronger after taste
Than the floating prior

There will never be two of us in this room
Just me and the choice existence of others
when my echoes become too loud for my bed
And I'll dance for the shadows left by empty chairs
and your space in the slow developing abyss in my head
-----The part where the heart carries it's waste
And when it's clean we can transition

I move from chocolate to bistre
Skipping the smoother movements
of a learning tree

There's no way to end
what's more than the grasp of my hands
And so I can only make a guess
That in a revolution
we'll be pitch black 

Asante Indira 11/30/2012

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