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May 2020
i bring
my blue
childhood
to this
table;
you bring
all of
the pink
hurt that
you have
collected
in jars,
from
trying
to love
over
the years.
we sit here
together
for hours,
summers,
autumns,
winters,
and strive
to make
our
home
less
and
less
purple.
makeloveandtea
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makeloveandtea
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