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Oct 2012
yellow seems to me
like almost sunshine,
but it's a false
warmth.
it's the colour of old bruises
littered on
arms and legs
like painful
little
kisses,
blossoms of pain
that fade and die,
just like everything
else.
Tamara Allen
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Tamara Allen
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