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I remember your heat,

like the red stones in Arizona

I was always cold. 

I had reasons. 

Inside Sedona, I watched satellites in the sky

somehow still shivering 

and I won't grow these letters anymore,

like flowers that

can't adapt to different environments

sometimes you won't see one for miles 

then you'll catch a glimpse of color 

and you'll feel greedy

and kill the only beautiful thing you ever saw