January 2011
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picture this: your lips on my lips. the mirror has to do for now ‘cause you vanished like a cloud.
rainbows wept colour all over the streets when you went away—maybe one day, we’ll meet.
‘oh, woman,’ you’re calling me. haven’t slept a wink since 1916. i wasn’t born then but it sure feels time’s been ticking.
shadows parade outside my door,...
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