My hair is thinner
Curly in some places, ironed to shoulders.
My best friend is next to me, she is eating yellow pasta.
I am chewing my teeth.
For a week, existence has been renewed.
He makes me feel a world of four colors.
Red, yellow, black, and white.
The wrong shades correct.
Mostly he makes me feel like everything is one.
Everything collided.
Writing is pointless when all I want is to feel.
When I am solid exclusively in life
life is all I want to know.
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