bittersweet emotions.
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Last published Mon, Jun 25, 2018
Grey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine
They breathed in sweet air
As I breathed in the ocean.
They tasted liquor
As I tasted the guilt on my lips.
(Stuck, chap 12)
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