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You Live in Colour, I Dream in Green
You live in colour— sunset hues etched upon your skin, a canvas vibrant, endless, loud.
I dream in green, a meadow I visit only when music plays— soft moss beneath my feet, the hum of leaves like whispered chords.
Your lips glossed with ultraviolet light, dancing in neon beats, while I breathe chlorophyll dreams, rooted in silence, growing in shadows.
For one moment of stillness— in a world too loud.
And I, I was born with chlorophyll in my lungs with melodies woven through my veins, a song in every breath.
I flinch—
Not from you— but from the fear you'll pull me out before I'm ready to wake from this dream.
— Lilith