The Hue of Your Words
I hide my tears in my pencil,
I carefully store every single one
To reflect on later as they lie
On a pristine white sheet of paper.
My paper takes the hue of your words.
I see little tiny flames, remnants
Of my passion, ignited by your passion
For her.




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