orange

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separate we were red and yellow, but we made
orange.
popsicles melting from an
orange
sun-dazed sky, thinking the rain looked like
orange
jewels that decorated the necklace you gave me butterflies that were
orange
spotted, cum stained sheets but i cry?
red
tears that leak down my cheeks, a quick kiss
red
lipstick stains on your mattress
red
lines decorating doves that flutter with
red
claws and i cant hide that im
red
crumbling i found
yellow sand
yellow paint
yellow sweater
yellow piss
yellow you

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