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Pink Wall

Your memories hang on my wall;

on my pink wall

on my dirty pink wall

No.

not dirty

just, well-

dark;

a sad kind of dark

perfect for rainy days

At least you created something perfect.

It’s on my wall.

on my pink wall

on my pink sad wall

 

Your breathe

Your smile

Your stares

It’s all hanging

Like a washed laundry, hanging

a dying orchid, hanging

a pair of earrings, hanging

a necklace on the neck, hanging

a choked neck;

on the rope, hanging

 

Just like your love: hanging

And it’s all on my wall

On my pink wall

On my pink

sad

wall.

© Gia Marie 2016 All Rights Reserved
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Daughter of Poseidon l Teacher l Playbacker l Theater Enthusiast l Poet l Playwright l Cat Lover l Cat

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