yellow

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his bruises, yellow

his new walls, yellow

his chicken socks, yellow

the yellow sunlight streaming onto his tired face as he watched me hold her, watched me crush him over and over and over again until he couldn't take it, watched me ruin him until there was nothing to ruin

everything in his world was yellow then, 

everything except me

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