Pink

by PeriwinkleGeo

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I dream of budding roses outside my window
and the sunsets that paint their petals pink
Here I sleep, and a quiet voice sings to me
a love song my heart cannot beat to alone

Lust in orbit, we drift to a dance, not our own,
and when the morning flush wakes me from myself,
all at once the sky becomes blue again.

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