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You're the cover of stars while I'm trying to stare into the blank void beyond. My last wish is to reap the violets I've sown. My dying breath is the last breath this balloon needs to feel full enough. We can finally reminisce without recompense. But I can start. You're the color I've chewed out of my bubble gum and I'm the flavor.
In the remaining 6 years of life I have, I will.
You're the light that I catch with my cheekbones like a slap from a sparkle winged angel. You're the glitter in her feathers and the shine on her tiara, you're the tingle in my palm as I run my hand along the ferns.
In the remaining 6 years of life I have, I will.
You're the light that I catch with my cheekbones like a slap from a sparkle winged angel. You're the glitter in her feathers and the shine on her tiara, you're the tingle in my palm as I run my hand along the ferns.