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Fascination: rosy contrails, trembling cream. This body vault of heaven, it opens; Oh, clever artist. Turn your nails up score the sky; violet swims beneath the surface; there are pearls, ripe as grapes, behind the door. Oh, such colors. Such color.

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corinna-parr

American

For You?

Written by

corinna-parr

American

Published: Nov 5, 2011
LinesWords: 1741

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