for so long.
not a drop of it anywhere
within sight.
not on the wall, or fabric,
or in
a picture
hung. a
no orange zone
was my life.
now look at me.
the glass bottle,
the candles when they light.
the stripe
within the rug.
we can change.
but it's hard, very hard.
forgiveness
doesn't come overnight.
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