Freezing sleeves
crowd a back porch.
We're cold, we're uncomfortable
but we wouldn't leave
for the world.
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Paint on a skin canvas.
A brush becomes gold.
I'm not sure how much
the price of beauty costs.
My lips are smeared
with deep red memories
on your pale moon cheek.
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Bright lights
hit wet, French
eyes for
the last time.
Goodbye
to the joy that
was my fall.
You will always
be in my heart.
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