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Jun 2012
My treasured drink, a bubbly pink
As I wear my most beautifying dress
that clings to my curves
Let the glass tip horizontally
As my perfect smokey eyes
watch the drink be taken
by the force of gravity
and splash on someone's
white **** carpet next to where my
stilettos stab into their floor
and feel a tiny splash of liquid on my
naked summer skin
and watch the pink stain expand and lighten
and be absorbed by some other entity
You are the drink
I must leave your mark
in the carpet
and walk away
Zulu Samperfas
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Zulu Samperfas
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