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Apr 2017
tastes like
a clipped wing
falling from heaven.
A spill
from my mouth
leave the rose
in pixie dust air
on the throne
of my tongue- dancing
so my words can send
rainbows to hill tops
reaching the sky.
© Salamasina T.
Written by
Eden  35/F/Honolulu
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