another sucky poem

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her soul was grey;
comparable to the moons

until he,
who kissed
upon her innocent lips

soul now sprouting colors;
green, indigo, violet

soon black again;
darker than
galaxies

for now he didn't just
leave a simple kiss

he left a hole
in her pretty heart

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