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Dec 2016
Gun shot wound above the button.
Small scar resting by your left eye.
Freckle on the thumb,
Gripping your scotch.

Left hand tapping the table.
Lightly playing the tune of an old rock band.
Dark circles lay under your eyes.
Stubble painted on your chin.

You don't have to say a word.
Your body says a lot.

And that's just hello.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   StaticNSage and Doug Potter
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