Earthen color
displaced the white of her eyes
when her cheeks rose, her lips curled, and
I was
displaced. The white of her eyes—
the only stars out that night.
I was
looking down to see
the only stars out that night.
The clouds were thick,
looking down to see
what my memories withered into.
The clouds were thick
when her cheeks rose, her lips curled, and
what my memories withered into:
earthen color.
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