My grandmother wears a chain of opals in a bluish, bronze-laced, beaded jewel ring around her neck. They’re warm on her skin,…
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He looks at her, His face covered in awe And the purple crescents stamped under his eyes From the sleepless nights spent…
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My body; a corpse with bullet wounds and slash marks. You’re eyes; the knife cutting me down to the dirt of which…
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I am as saucy as a pizza when I’m popping! My personality is like a sour patch kid: one minute I’m sweet,…
