WRITTEN BY LEE BOCH
time from Before would always differ to the Era my peers became stiffer when it was June my grandmother use to stay until noon sunny but not too bright the lighting wasn’t a bite though she shares this vision with me i know it was one i could never see only the puffed air of gray smelling of ashtray fills the sky of Today i idling wonder if i need to pray when it was June it was summer it was suppose to not murmur the heat letting my skin to grease instead it was supposed to be sunny nice i glanced at the big names on the factory walls i idling wonder if this is how we fall when it is June it wasn’t sunny nice it wasn’t with the friendly light that my grandmother said it won’t bite instead i had to wear ice… i know the big names contributed to the glumly sky i idling wonder if this is how we fly when it is June it is like a heater it is like a cheater at times i wish it was like Before instead the weather continues to soar i dream of grandmother’s sky that wasn’t dangerously pale i idling wonder if i too could become a witness to hail though she shared her vision with me i know it was one I would never really see |
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