Dirty Love

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A soft song playing in the mid morning.
Chill wave;
automated tunes with an oscillating beat,
played to the string of a whispering voice.
Books stacked, showcasing spines;
the blend of colors and titles create an accidental mosaic of color, brilliance, and age.
I don’t want my parents’ love.

Until next time…
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