Barren frames

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Too many branches on this goddamn tree,
too many leaves being shed in every direction�"
my hushed glances under autumn overtones:
contained chaos, barren frames,
confusion,
confusion,
confusion.
You said dream life and daily life would be
a beautiful collision,
if only you could live in a treehouse…
and now you’re skinning your knees, bruising your hands:
anything to climb your way back down,
and join the browning leaves on the
frost-bitten sidewalk. 

Author's Note

unfinished