{"id":66850,"date":"2020-06-27T16:40:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:40:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66850"},"modified":"2020-06-27T16:40:55","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:40:55","slug":"after-old-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/after-old-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"After (old poetry)"},"content":{"rendered":"

once again,<\/span><\/p>\n

i was colored stupid.<\/span><\/p>\n

my rose glasses was shading the<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>RED<\/span><\/p>\n

that was your true blue.<\/span><\/p>\n

i wasn’t prepared for the crash but recovered quickly because i saw it all happen yesterday on black with a splash of <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>WHITE<\/span><\/p>\n

do i still think of you?<\/span><\/p>\n

yes.<\/span><\/p>\n

its like a child remembering their first thunderstorm.<\/span><\/p>\n

thier first moment they knew they were scared of the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

it was there all along but it maximize in size.<\/span><\/p>\n

i’m at the aftermath.<\/span><\/p>\n

i missed the action, the <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>RED<\/span><\/p>\n

you gave me. my first stop sign.<\/span><\/p>\n

yet a part of me still misses the<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>WHITE<\/span><\/p>\n

toothy grin off your lying face.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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