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Oct 2014
The psychedelic tricks in the
colours
that she picks and what
she wears,
I swear are
diamond rainbows
in her hair.

And glycerine gives
quite a sheen,
my fingers slip across her skin.
I
can never pin her down to plant a
kiss upon her shiny lips,
gloss drops and drips from fingertips and
the psychedelic
strips the night away.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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