
The springtime makes me think of the colour green because the green stems poke their way out of the cold soil for a nice stretch before the flowers blossom. Indie music makes me think of the colour green because it reminds me of lying on the grass, being stuck in the murkiness of green between feeling gleeful as yellow and sorrowful as blue. Then there is you. You always reminded me of the colour green because you were like the growth before the beauty like the stems of the springtime and you didn’t make me cry nor happy like the way Indie music is. Green is the colour of almost and I almost loved the colour green; I almost loved you.
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Marianne Lee
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