chipped nail polish
with a heart of gold
summer solstice
her hand, I hold
Rolling Stones tee
and high top converse
my teenage dream
star-crossed lovers
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
