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Jan 2015
have my colours
stained your lips?
can you still taste me
in pastel traces
of fingerprints that
ring your neck,
a collar to
restrain you from
painting over
another girl
with your corrupt
palette.
sometimes i wonder.
belbere
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belbere
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