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these violet dreams, so good to me.
perfect weather, green sky, just one huge sheet stretched over the world.
i didn't want to hold your hand but you insisted until the sun woke up and shone through the crack in the curtain,
so we watched it reflect off the orange buildings orange into our eyes.
i was reminded of closed eyes facing the bright light.
and we listened to this one song that i like and the rain drops hitting my roof top,
until that same calmness between our fingers belonged to us.