I want to remember this sunset
How the pink clouds caressed
The high voltage lines
How I never felt so fucking alone
My cheeks stained salty
Walking these railroad tracks
With all direction gone
I bleed with the Blood Moon
How can that not be magic?
Dipping my fair skin
Marred with past sins
Into these murky waters
To come out clean
Leaves me in awe
Every time...
~Amber Comber
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