She misses those moonlit days
and sunny nights
when pills popped
like balloons and bubblegum
and the fantasy was still
...alive.
He misses the time
when she took his hand in hers
and they drew the world
in crayon and charcoal
and hung it upside down from the ceiling
just because they could.
He still believes in primary colors.















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