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An avalanche,
 
explodes.
 
 
 
 
Yellow, blue waltz the sky,
raining down, a fairytale. 
 
 
  
 
Plastic skids, burns, 
 
the gravel groans.
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
In a puddle of blue, 
 
a pair of ice-shaved diamonds, 
a pair of vanilla hands.
 
 
 
 
 
Cacophony of screeches reverberating,
 
a tsunami of colours, expletives.
 
 
  
Around, above, high and low.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
The sounds, the dripping red.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
It’s a bubble that doesn’t burst.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Palms against the sun-baked ground,
 
 
 
 
he’s up, again.
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