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Jul 2016
The universe is suede and black pepper--
a subtle aroma like coffee in a cafe. It's accompanied by
clean laundry air-drying a few miles away. But when
preoccupied with dancing like a blur,
it smells like a drunk. Wine is spilled on the laundry.
A party consumes the land.
The seasoning is mixed into a soup that will never be eaten,
because everyone is too busy
enjoying themselves too much.
The universe's leather shoes are kicked to the wings.
Sarah Michelle
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Sarah Michelle  21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak
(21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak)   
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