in my dreams you're a boy, skin fair and lips pink. and you're riding this bicycle, balloons tied to handlebars, colours exploding all around you and your fair skin.
oh, i must have looked too eager.
"shall you want one," you smile.
so beautiful how the pink spreads across your face so fair.
fingertips a lighter shade of pink holding out balloons to me.
and then you're gone. i don't understand how, it really was quite a distance.
my fingers holding only air.

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