Loosely Based On

We intermingled our fabrics-

Mine a chaste white,

Yours a passionate scarlet

And set it to tumble-dry.

Your colors began to bleed

All over my cloth

Until blushed pinks

Replaced starkness

As I transformed, so did you

As your colors faded

Because you had transferred

All your vibrancy to me.

Only a fragment of what

You once were, I pulled

You out, stuffed you

Unfolded in the drawer.

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