Where are you going?
I'm not done writing you yet.
Don't walk away.
I don't want to go to school.
I want to stay at home all day
and make poems with you.
If white and black are not good enough...
We can beat each other up
until there is purple and blue.
Come together
and occupy one single hue.
One space in time.
I will see the world through melted chocolate eyes
and you will sea green, gray through mine.
We will hide away in here
and rule galaxies from afar.
You may have my moons,
if I can have your stars.
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