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Jul 2011
Standing proud
Standing tall
Standing empty

Were you sweet, salty, sour or bitter
as you touched the tip of her tongue?

Insertion of jagged knife
Above my navel
Below my xyphoid
An area as delectable and soft
As the elixir you contained.

Your neck has been
Played with
Fumbled with
Her lipstick smears on your jaw
Traces of sweet notes
Leading the way
Down, down
All the way
To your base

You are deafeningly silent
But I hear what happened -
so loud -
Yet I say nothing
Because if I crack your delicate crystal
You'll only be worthless to me
Bubbly
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   Rosie Francis
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