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murphy's favourite colour was pale pink.
it was the colour of his scars,
and the colour his skin turned when he blushed
it was the colour of his boyfriend’s tongue,
and the colour of the hickies on his neck
it was the colour of the pretty pills he swallowed,
and the colour of his lips after too much alcohol
it was the colour of the sky the morning his boyfriend found him,
and the colour of the flowers that wilted on his grave
pale pink had always been bellamy’s favourite colour too.