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Dec 2017
they were a certain shade of closed off purple
with the warmest yellow in between
like something had reached in and painted them gold
but perhaps they did it themselves
to avoid thinking they were alone and unhappy in this world
swallowing gold to make them feel something they were not.
irises
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