Her candy apple hair floats in gravity
With green highlights that are purple in the light
Her big round eyes stare up at you from the bottom of the sea and
What do you say then?
She's the color of the deep now.
What do you say then?
at dusk
sun setting on an april day in paris
I messaged you
as if I was sending letters
by carrier pigeon
to an enemy fort
hidden in the alps
at first
you were the loud boy on the bus
with a red lunchbox
full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos
and parmesan your dad brought back from italy
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