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I don’t know

what magic lived

in her purple nail polish

but I was spellbound,

lost in my own violet world.

When I meditated

she appeared,

draped in purple,

cloud-feathers glowing,

turning back toward me.

Rainbow eyes.

A rainy heart.

She showered me

with flowers of love,

a crown of thorns

resting on her head.

She made a promise

soft as breath,

sharp as faith

that I would never mourn.

Never.

Ever.