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Apr 2011
Clinking my spoon on the white ceramic
plate, I count the steamy curls from my
coffee and the spots of yellow in
your blue eyes.
I want to take this coffee, pour it straight into
my stomach. I want to take your yellow-
spotted eyes and eat them like
sweet seedless grapes,
take them in so no one
else can see.
Erin Doyle
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Erin Doyle
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