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a little different for me.--season nothings

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the neon glow inside my mind brings me back
to the cigarette glows one night in june.
-so tired in young fire-
the january embers, too bright for my eyes
-which saw too much of november-
present a memoir of age for me to see
-cryptic letters which will not be
understood 'till my flesh sears in flames-