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Dec 2017
I still have
your taste

in my mouth:

the dregs
in your blood

your ghost of

disparate powders
and hair
your

red bone

daisy veins

body
sewn to

a butterfly

and the
rain falls in

twelve beasts
as I tell
the window

how I still
write you

when the thin rain
tents over

and patterns
your name

on my roof
King Panda
Written by
King Panda  27/Denver, CO
(27/Denver, CO)   
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       Sukanya Sinha Roy and diary
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