follow you. Clothes and all.
Later, you are reborn
and we are kissing in a grey room. Gunfire,
meant for me, and then it is my turn to run
without being followed.
I am over the fence.
I am in the fox hole.
I am in the dusted shadows.
I am in a forest of brilliant jeweled blue-greens,
but the shots still scream out behind me.
I am never out of sight
but at least in here,
the color permeates everything.
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