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The pink. 

The sky was pink and so the river that met the sky. I traversed the hellacious night while the pink waters drowned me into the sky. 

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It’s not Okay

While pressing toothpaste to fill my toothbrush white
A sound of guilt came from beside
Seeking for sorry, she had committed crime
She said I would kill her, if I knew the prime
I laughed and ignored her unreasonable cry
She told me that she had lost it, perhaps
She said she was sorry and I smiled
I kept my face relaxed and calm
She kept asking, I kept silent, meant no harm
Finally did the words I locate
I said this time, “It’s Okay”.

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