what gives me the right to feel significance?
who else dreams of your blue inky fingerprint transforming into ripples on leazes park lake over a year ago?
who else dreams of the coffee we drank in Starbucks pouring from the irises of your eyes?
and what about the heat your warm lips gave out, and your fingertips against mine?
don't touch me you'll stain me with your blue ink.
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