Watermelon Sugar

January 30, 2020

I imagine you to stand before me

To be the perfect image of happiness

The utter streak of perfection

I see no blemishes

You breathe life upon sunken hearts

I see the life I was meant to live

The sheer polaroid of dreams turned into reality

You twist my perceptions

My perceptions of life and living

You are that to me

Life

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