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Nov 2018
There was yellow in you
Soft and bright like the sun peaking through the cracks
Of a rainy morning
Where just in small trickles
I could hear you playing them through my hair
The promise of home in your fingers
As soft and gentle as the rain
But still making my eyes slowly drift
And my muscles relax
Forgetting where they started and yours began
I have an obsession with this color help
Marley Gold
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Marley Gold  20/F/Norfolk
(20/F/Norfolk)   
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