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Rose monte Jan 2021
Yellow scars,
yellow halves of a yolk:
split,
because you played me like a yellow cello.
But I still bathe in your yellow light,
sway from side to side, watch your yellow smile.
Under a yellow sky it’s just you and I-
hello yellow,
I’ve been waiting a while.

— The End —