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Jan 2013
i am purple-dark wine stuff
the kind of marks that get flash-frozen over white skin
because i am yours and when you drink me in
i get drunk and dizzy and spinny
and stupid as i fall over myself
drooling and grabbing
at the one girl in the room who i have
but i can't have enough of
Written by
Richard  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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