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Your brown eyes enhanced my color wheel
and you sowed springtime in my veins
You won’t paint on walls that peel
like my scabbed remains
If my heart's a fix,
hues me again
Grayscale pricks
bruise like
“friends"
About the Creator
A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
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