"just like watercolors."
she was like watercolor.
no.
She was watercolor.
her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
her blue dress slid softly under my fingertips just for a breath of air.
then she would be gone.
slipped through my fingers in a bright stream of colors.
just
like
watercolors.
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