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Description
I am that viscous wayOf half-living
(breathing. thinking.)
(That ghostly breath
dusting your neck
his palpable sought after memory)
With bruised,
hibiscus eyes
cracked and flaking,
well-chewed porcelain, painted lips
Your butterfly sigh
That permeates the
dead. cold. still.
Loveless
air