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Apr 2014
purple*  *lips,
numb from the cold,
and not even the warmest lips,
can make the color come back.
purple  eye,
somebody had hit it,
and not even the thickest
layer of make up,
can cover it.
purple  fingers,
no blood running
through them,
and not even the rope
that has been holding her fingers,
can make the blood flow
through her fingers, again.
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