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you painted my world
with the prettiest shades
of gray and dark blues.

ink seeping from your
love letters into my fingers
so i'd never lose them.

i needed to breathe you in
the way you breathe in your precious
nicotine.

but this morning, i woke up
to shades of peaches and yellows.

-what healing feels like.

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