**Hell is sunshine with a Microsoft wallpaper and palm trees **

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It’s okay for the lake to be dark

A mirror match here

The sun who died and the ice melting on your forehead

When did I live here?

With my head crushed under a rock

The people dripping from the bleachers

An art exhibit on the fourth floor, the back room

Hidden behind curtains, on the side table of oblivion

Let it be singed and broken and hot if it wants to be

The ice melting can be soothing

Parchment paper and a lesson to be burnt

A new, fruity way to never breathe again