memories mysterious
memories i don't remember making
Monday, October 19, 2015
"You were red,
and you liked me because I was blue.
But you touched me,
and suddenly I was a lilac sky.
And you decided purple just wasn't for you.
And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means."
Jealous that isn't mine.
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