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Oct 31
open your eyes
and you will see it:
face hidden,
lips lifted.
my obvious secret.

you consume:
tapentadol for lost teeth,
refrigerated dreams,
and my cardiac muscle;
unseen by the blazing light
for months, for years.
locked far away,
as all witches should be.

you are
blue like my sky,
blue like my- what?
like my new road?
my black country that is no more?

you thief!
how i see you clearly now.
EB
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EB  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Jill
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