of Popsicle colored sunsets,
pink of I wish it were different, purple of you don’t deserve this, line it with just fallen leaves pine needles, the thin pages of well-used books. Hold my hand. Yes, the sky is a dark-clouded fist above us and yes, nothing makes sense, but you are sheltered, the way the forest does.
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