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Mar 26
the color of
happiness;
my favorite for as long as my hands learned of brush strokes and canvases

so vibrant,
comforting

the color of
you;
my favorite for as long as my hands felt the warmth of yours in a struggle I've never been through

so safe,
comforting


My dearest orange,
I'm glad you exist.
last for now aight adios
Written by
rstlss  21/M/Philippines
(21/M/Philippines)   
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