now she only lives in a dream
where an image of me still exists,
but it doesn't
because it's her side of the image
that lives
when the otherside for me
is
fucking
dead.
-n.d.
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blue | poetry ✓
Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
