that in-between where you could claim to have leaning towards one side, but you dont, you lean towards neither. right in the middle, just like the water God threatened to spit out of his mouth because it was neither hot nor cold. yea, like that.

poetry

blue on the walls
on your lips
(cuz you’re weird)
on your shirt
as a flower
on a pin
you paid for with
green
on your shoes (laces)
in the corner
as a plant makes
you feel
grey
like your eyes
not quite blue
and definitely
not green

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