there is something so sick
about dedication.
now that you've left,
my walls are still the color you chose.
this maroon will haunt me.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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there is something so sick
about dedication.
now that you've left,
my walls are still the color you chose.
this maroon will haunt me.
k.h.
