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Aug 2015
When you spread your
lips,
like wings,
your midnight words
whisper on my
skin.

Late night hair
twirls,
like smoke,
in a dark gust
spiraling towards my
hands.

Watercolor eyes
drip,
like ice,
glistening in the moon,
reflecting rainbows on my
shadow.
response to another piece of artwork....
http://arterika.tumblr.com/post/120069057788/moonbird-2015
Brycical
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Brycical
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