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locking the door behind me, my cold blood making the transition from blue to red, your smile shooting scorching rays at my tundra of a soul -- violet. your tawny skin stretched over your tense jaw, illuminated by the blacklight moon -- violet. my whole body had been blue for months without your touch, but that night, your hot fingers, touched me red and it swirled with the blue -- violet. the sky was a not-quite-black blue (i think i was still bruised, too) but i wore rose-colored glasses and it all was violet. the color of magic is the conjunction of hot and cold -- violet.
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
violet (the only memory that still pinches my vocal cords)
locking the door behind me, my cold blood making the transition from blue to red, your smile shooting scorching rays at my tundra of a soul -- violet. your tawny skin stretched over your tense jaw, illuminated by the blacklight moon -- violet. my whole body had been blue for months without your touch, but that night, your hot fingers, touched me red and it swirled with the blue -- violet. the sky was a not-quite-black blue (i think i was still bruised, too) but i wore rose-colored glasses and it all was violet. the color of magic is the conjunction of hot and cold -- violet.
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
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