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May 2021
the ink of a pen
caressed between fingertips
fingers taken close to the
curvature of a *****'s lip
then deftly swatched atop their cheek
a mirror asks:
what hue am i?
Written by
AMarie  21/F/NY
(21/F/NY)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and Benzene
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