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Feb 2019
a sunny day comes around
once in a blue moon
and we flock outside, to the beach, to the park.
these days like to bleed until their golden blood runs dry.
the skies turn grey again and a chill fills the echoing air.
it's gone for a while.

there are days when you yell.
times when i see your eyes glance
away,
and it hurts.
an unpleasant paranoia consumes our time spent together
until you kiss me
and i melt.
paper straws in plastic cups.
Rose Brown
Written by
Rose Brown  20/F/England
(20/F/England)   
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