Death By Cubicle by Kori Written 6/26/17

The thick cigarette smoke,
clouds your judgment.
Red flags are just flags,
when you wear rose colored glasses.

Beauty cannot be created with sandpaper,
the leaves have fallen,
and the snow has melted,
this isn’t the summer we expected.


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