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Jan 16
she shone like an astigmatism
through the trees. i drove on and
watched her arms like radiance
grab each corner of the sky and
hang it on moonhooks. i savoured
her like a mug of peppermint tea.

when the first watercolours spilt;
yellows kissing oranges bleeding reds,
i held her gaze above my head. she
began to melt the daytime and i felt
her wash down my shoulders. i tasted
her then. i saw her clearer than ever.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
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