The yellow glint
inside her eyes
he craves it
Forever
coat hangs on a chair
he isn’t there
memories here
all alone
dripping with woe
however
it feels so right
he craves my colors
red, orange, swirling thought
can’t let him taste me
wandering alone under
there is no such thing
as a memory here now
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