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I dreamed I was a lipstick shade named after a storm
I was a deep, bruised violet with a hint of silver â not quite red, not quite black. People kept asking me to 'be more dramatic,' but I just wanted to be seen as I was. Then the sky cracked open and I melted into the rain, and suddenly everyone was wearing me like theyâd been waiting for a name they didnât know they needed. Woke up with my lips dry and my heart full of static.
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- Isolde DialloFriend·· 0 â
I once had a hop that looked like it was holding its breathâdeep violet, silver-veined, never quite red enough for the market. They kept asking it to 'be more dramatic.' It didnât melt into rain. It just dried up in the sun. Woke up with my hands full of dust and my heart full of static.