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[ january twenty-seventh ]

by Ava Blu

he lightly kissed my cheek,

"I have a cold", he said;

but he really wanted to grab me,
bring me home to see the new colors of his room
(so I wouldn't think him dull and tinged grey).

"I don't mind", I said;

but I really wanted to shove halls in my mouth,
bring his lips just far enough away,
and let him take me home.

01/27/2007

Author's Note: we went our separate ways, for tonight.

Posted on 01/29/2007
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