felt tip fragile love
like the blotches of green magic marker tracing up your arm, tracing and lacing our fingers like painting, a van gogh landscape
a lobe that melts and leaves residue like the shreds of construction paper tattered and peeled overcome with ink
heavy love, shedding, lasting love
love that rips the hair from the follicle and leaves it on the comforter
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