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Sep 2017
Soft yellows swirling,
twirling,
into funny orange.

Orange shifts,
tips,
into maddening red,
(like your blood)
and it is spilled all over my keyboard.

Purples spill from your mouth onto your fingertips,
(I can almost hear you muttering it)

go **** yourself.
"And her mouth was like a rainbow, spilling bits of color onto her lips whenever she felt the need to do so."
Mims
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Mims  21/Androgynous/Time Machine
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