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He named her a color- Liquid pink;
Lips pinched and luscious;
Thirsty for speech;
Yet they paused just there;
Meant for fairytales;
Painting her life on the blurry walls o’ her stare;
Kisses sweetest left without contact and unmarred;
Artists’ stolen prose;
She dwells, the earthen mistress;
Only comfort in tattered lace..
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