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the sun was a bright yellow
a crayola
that I didn't mind
but didn't like
yesterday
when you laughed and looked up
and caught me staring at you
laughing and looking up
the sun was a fiery ball of chaotic understanding
a firefly
that I didn't chase
but sought
today
when you take my seriousness
and my hand
in one
the sun was a blinding reminder
a memory
yet to occur
one
that I will refuse to remember
tomorrow
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