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Sunday, November 06, 2005

got away with

got away with


they were      white
your lips
stunned
that I brought color
to cheeks and           black
to your eyes


they were closed
          you shaded them
when i did it

broke your sparse
nervous rambling with
               my breath
Posted by Raymond Marias at Sunday, November 06, 2005

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