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Jan 2019
The color of her flesh was purple

She roiled like smoke;
She spoke like slumber

When I answered her call
I swallowed too fast
And lost my tongue

Sodium chloride
Water vapor
Endorphins and electrical signals
You light me up like a Christmas tree
But when I look into your eyes
I see vineyards and crayons and
Soft, tinged bruises

The last time I saw her
She was eating his face

The last time I saw her
The sky was cold and your lips were red

The last time I saw her
She looked like fog;
Purple fog
Purple nail polish
Purple eyes

I dragged my fingers up her thighs
And she pressed her mouth to my cheek
And nipped me goodbye.
Rae
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Rae  F
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