He was at my door step with a handful of flowers all tied in a pretty bow. "I told the lady to make me something beautiful, & if she could add as much yellow as possible." & that's how it all started again. Head in the clouds. Sunglasses that make everything look like a faded polaroid. The pretty boys of the world will be let down today, I will no longer be looking their way.
Yellow light. Yellow light. Yellow light. Pink light. I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. & now I'm here.
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