Rose colored pen scribbles
a note on paper
...for you.
And it crosses each 't' and
dots each 'i' in hope that
the words will find you well.
But I know better.
So once the words are written,
permanence on lined paper,
I walk away from the
rose colored pen
...and dismantle the paper,
line by line, to float away
on the wind.
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