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“what’s ur favorite color” ur soft words surprise me as i lay on the yellowing grass i don’t respond i feel my skin melting off my body leaking into the soggy earth my brittle bones crack and fall apart littering the dying grass the bone seeds grow into trees the size of giants with 100 dollar bill leaves so densely nestled on the branches i can’t see the sky

all that’s left on the dirty grass in front of the broken home on E. Covell St is my moldy brain and ur beautiful pale skinned body

my chapped lips finally separate gasping for air i muster up the courage to answer ur question “blue”

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