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Jul 2019
It’s on my tongue
Dripping down my bones
Its eaten away everything
So don’t be surprised, if I
Sway when I should stand
It’s like a horizon
The furthest beyond I
Can ever
see
My marble eyes crack, melt in the
Sulfur of its
sunset
With forceful strokes, I
Always paint these acrid colors
Amanda Sheehan
Written by
Amanda Sheehan  F/California
(F/California)   
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