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Aug 2019
silk sheets scraping smooth skin
hiding from the morning sun-
the sky looking down at her
picking clouds out one by one.

jays chirping the same song
each night before bed--
the blues lyrics
always getting stuck in her head.

the shirt she wore when she first kissed you,
hands grasping so tight her veins went
blue.

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when she sees her favorite color,
she only thinks of you--
but when you're together
she is never really blue.
bess goldstein
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bess goldstein  19/F/Philadelphia, PA
(19/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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