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you are golden
roses are red, like a kiss, a stamp, a heart that has bled
or white, like doves, a dress, a jewel shining in the light
you, my friends, are yellow
not like dirty snow or old stains in carpet;
yellow like the sun that blinds us on our walk,
stars we gaze at from different windows until we look away,
keys that unlock us with every little talk
i picked the freshest flowers for my...
Thursday 27th March 2025 6:25 pm
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