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Apr 2017
Sun
I have never felt
more beautiful
than when the sun
has her hands
wrapped around my
throat,
a necklace of golden light,
dribbled like honey
across the ocean of my veins,
her hands tear
at the night,
always reaching for the moon
but never finding her,
doomed to fall
as another 24 carat ribbon
until the curtains are shut
Suzanne S
Written by
Suzanne S  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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