compton

she is the one
who said "fun"
sounded like a word
of German origin
she thought too much
like me
our time together
like summer
(concentration)
camp
emaciated possibilities
lie lifeless
o, this intellect burns

the crematoruim below my nose
keeps life above my ears

silence is the star
that i shall wear
to mark my difference
yet we have so much in common
tonight...
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