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the creak of the blinds reminds me of her:

Pale alive and sharing secret chocolate games
so smooth my fingertips

Remade as teeth -
a perfect smile

The parcel is no longer
the season which has stolen me

I am the red wedge -
(Pink on white)
the candycane
we share.

Want to stay up
all night

of knives and
hot drinks.



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