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uncloaked the guise. I wrapped them in satin ribbons and bows. And so, they glowed under that shine. But they were not mine. I painted them in watercolor memories. But the colors all ran and left a stain through the purple misty rain. And I drank that rain in a cup. Drank it all till I filled up. Floating in the banks of pain. Rolling down the levee. I'd no idea yesterday is so heavy. I carried it on my back.  I unpacked it with my blouse and skirts, pants and boots for the worse. I've stuffed in my bedroom drawer. Screamed at it. I made it an outlaw! I don't dress it like the turkey. I don't cover it in gravy like the mashed potatoes. No, yesterday I serve raw - I thaw it out the night before.
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Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 7:02 AM UTC
This Year's Eyes
uncloaked the guise. I wrapped them in satin ribbons and bows. And so, they glowed under that shine. But they were not mine. I painted them in watercolor memories. But the colors all ran and left a stain through the purple misty rain. And I drank that rain in a cup. Drank it all till I filled up. Floating in the banks of pain. Rolling down the levee. I'd no idea yesterday is so heavy. I carried it on my back.  I unpacked it with my blouse and skirts, pants and boots for the worse. I've stuffed in my bedroom drawer. Screamed at it. I made it an outlaw! I don't dress it like the turkey. I don't cover it in gravy like the mashed potatoes. No, yesterday I serve raw - I thaw it out the night before.
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60/F/Boston
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 7:02 AM UTC
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