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Color wheel

You are so unlike me.

You are ripe pomegranate,
Sharp lines and soft whispers.
Burning candles and fresh roses.

You speak with fire behind your words,
You are seared into my skin.

You are the ache in my lungs,
Sweet strawberries and the unshed tears in my eyes.

You are sweltering heat,
The scuffs on old furniture,
The voice I hear in the silence of midnight.

You are the door that never opens,
The heart that�s never closed.

You are a rich brilliant red,

So unlike my muddy green.

We could never mix.