You spoke in elusive circles.
I hated it because I do it too.
I hated the mirrored portrait of myself.
The parallel lines we drew inside.
Yet the different tones we were.
Our true shades bled through in the end.
I hated the green you bled into my heart.
I thought drawing a circle... would bleed
you through... again.
Maybe we should stay parallel lines...?
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Author:
Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2022 08:45
- Category: Love
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