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Keriah

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to diluteĀ under sun. You should have died in November. when loss spins a darker color wheel, those reds rotting to brown. I could paint longing siphoned to … Continue reading

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Keriah

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to diluteĀ under sun. You should have died in November. I could count you in raw clouds, reflected in reds rotting to brown. I could paint all color … Continue reading

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