We fade
like old denim
jeans. We change like mood rings.
You are a candy necklace I
refuse to eat. You are
a plum soft and
rotting.
YOU ARE READING
eating the moon
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WE FADE. WE CHANGE. YOU ARE A PLUM.
We fade
like old denim
jeans. We change like mood rings.
You are a candy necklace I
refuse to eat. You are
a plum soft and
rotting.
