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Aug 2019
the red of a matchstick head
fingernails painted orange
yellow hair streams when you run
the green of your dress
blue is clear, cloudless skies
and purple when the sun finally touches down
rainbows wherever you walk
but all i see is the grey you leave behind
Written by
brooklyn
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