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Author: purplepants
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 6 - Published: 06-30-07 - Updated: 06-30-07 - Complete - id:2384234

i went to the drugstore today
to decide on a color
with no baggage attached.
-i’ll explain-
(no memories, no thoughts, no sudden flashbacks, just pure)
i got a small bottle of pale
purple.

‘is that all?’
‘yeah, that’s it.’

then i started thinking. (my tv obsessed friends would say) that’s never good. and this time
it wasn’t.

because pale purple was the color
your face looked like on a hectic rush through the e.r.
that you wouldn’t remember going into, or coming out of
(but i’d remember both)

so what do you think?
will they accept returns? (that lady looked mean)
or should i accept your pale purple face unmoving and spectral
in my nails..

shit, not again.



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