i
she viewed life
as a key dipped in bubbled rust
sometimes
she mirrored her notion
and wore her hair down
ii
she wrapped colour blind
around her tongue
and licked the sunset
onto the evening sky
orange and blue embraced her
above and within
iii
her skin felt a sweet as fresh fruit
bathing in a pool of mid winter
and her eyes reflected the sky
as if she could almost
see through to the other side





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