tessellate

by suicidallyanonymous

They don’t want us
to last forever,
because living color
bleeds zebra
after the decade
swallows its own lungs.

But we can be vintage
like wild nirvana,
tearing itself into knots.

Carved into trees
with leaves that fall
for no one else
but us.

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