Indigo irises searched mine
Oh, how I would love to say that I'm fine
But I'm not
You, you have tied me in your threadAnd everyday, I feel my self rot
Into a mess of indigo-- Indigo flesh, while bleeding an indigo color, I tread.Past these walls and halls painted in indigo
I am compelled by your smile to stay, but I must go
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iridescence
Poetryshort poem collection loosely based on asexuality. - like veeeeery loosely - gender neutral