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This purple necklace that you gave me
brands me as yours and yours alone.
Never mind that I wear it beneath my collar.
Blue bracelets that feel more like handcuffs
bind me to you forever.
It shouldn't matter that I hide them with my sleeves.
As you paint me every shade of red on the spectrum,
it becomes apparent to me
that I was born to be your canvas.
Your fingerprints on my rib cage
are like the boundary set for my heart,
reminding it never to stray too far from you.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.