Le Matin

Above, all I see are

peintures.

Handmade- Mindmade.

By side, what I feel is
la poussière.

Her transitions caught her 
fears into introvert-cy. 

She grew the day, he screamed.

She learned the day, he cried. 
Adios. 

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