this is dedicated to anyone who is unable to be open about their sexuality because of family, religion, or other reasons, love will find a way for you darling, i promise.
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i was so black and white,
the thought of being colorful had only ever crossed my mind when i was told to that it was wrong, because what child always does what they're told, but the feeling of ignoring something so beautiful quickly becomes so old.i'm not a child anymore,
and neither are you, those thoughts have always crossed your mind haven't they, you've never been monochrome. you've always called this colorful place home.why would i ever want to love in a straight line, when i could so easily make you mine?
i look at you and all i can comprehend are greens and blues.
if we remain lovers, think of all the things we could paint with or colors.

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creating constellations
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