Yellow and Blue

Black Willow

You should've seen me in yellow and blue

before I put on dirty shoes

and tied my hair into a ponytail

and hid in a coffee-stained vessel.

 

You should've seen me while I was bright

Oregon breeze on a campfire night

You would feel flustered: such a sight!

and sorrowful that I will die.



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