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May 2014
The sky's lanterns shower powdered grapefruit in your eyes.
Lashed, mascara'd,
in doubt
The grapefruit turns to wine
And pours out the torn
pages.One by one
they disintegrate
Into the ashesΒ 
smogged,
sogged,
at your
feet.
Liz
Written by
Liz  London
(London)   
792
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