By Clem

someone painted the sky for me tonight
or did they carve it, then cover it
with impure colors they knew i couldn’t resist
i can almost smell the wood shavings

how lucky i am to be alive.

i’ve talked about her so much she’s starting to blush
i wonder if she knows that my days consist only
of me waiting for her to do just that.

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