I was the one who said things changed;
you were the one who proved it.

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Then she looked at her nails; pondered.

Pink. Purple. Pink. Purple. Pink. Purple. Pink.

She couldn't decide if it was purple or pink.
Oh well, she thought,
who gives a flying fuck anyway.
 

and you wonder if you could be as fine
and sweet
and pure
and desired

but you're not sugar.
 

the morning greys
                                     floating in.
over.
               the streaks clouded
    like diffusions of
          sea
mist.

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exigent. onerous. taxing. what's that word again? oh yes. pressure. since when would someone like me feel it?

LIKE NOW.

omgosh. me no like. boo. slaps.

And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
And we're forever unfulfilled
 

 
i fed it to be my open-ended question.
  

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Oh, my.

Get a life.