blue of clear thought
practical, sure,
just so

perfectionism
keeps you sane
drives you mad

stone hearted
warmed only by another sun
you carve out a niche for yourself
in society you disdain

but there…

flecks of green
among the cold colors of your persona
sparkle when she rests upon your knee

brief moments of spring
amid life's stormy seasons of grief and struggle

your eyes shine like a moonrise in Hawaii
on a postcard in L.A.

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