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Jul 2017
I imagine a fresco
I've painted on my ceiling
you centered in the plaster
stretching out your hair
curling swirls of shadows
dark hair, dark brows, dark lashes
glossy black for your eyes
so they can reflect me writhing
trapped in the paint of my pain
a silhouette in the sheets
willingly lain

Sam@071617
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