this pink madness
might
be the death of me.
apart from
the ways i want you
to
be my tiffany blue,
my
digital crayon vortex
does its best
to
drown me
in a pale violet memory:
it's you,
darling.
you're the reason
why
they invented the
spiral
blessing
they call the
pencil sharpener...
in
slow motion
the shavings fall
like
proposals...
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