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Jan 2014
The twisted serpents of darkness inside your mind

Blood clots the size of small tangerines

Shot through by a solar glow

Water in your veins instead of blood

The snap of bone like dry twigs in Autumn

The scar across your petal-soft face

Eyelid framed with gold, aquamarine, maroon

Still loving.
Phoebe
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Phoebe
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