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Feb 19
I.
my friendship is yellow

my friendship is being your favorite color


II.
you are falling and you don’t realize until you hit the bottom and your fingernails have dirt underrate them from digging and digging because your skin has been white-hot burning for so long the air against your skin as you free fall felt like relief


III.
and i know i was alive once because i can still hear ocean waves crashing in my ears


IV.
flickering embers 

distorted by ***** wine glasses

you aren’t here

but i’m starting to think you never were


V.
through the swaying leaves of almost-summer,

not yet humid but enough to wear your favorite green sandals,

enough where you are not yet care-free,

but you can almost taste it

like strawberry juices dripping down your chin
ali
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