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Nov 2016
I use my hair as a paintbrush to place raindrops on my palm
In the harsh light of the desk lamp,
They shimmer, on fire
Like the trees outside the door
I wipe the water on a towel
But the glow doesn't fade
Until my hands are staid.
not sure if I'll keep this one, but the moment seemed poetic
Amethyst Fyre
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