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ORANGE SHOES FOR NO REASON
SEQUINS
My Love Is Wiped Clean
my love is wiped clean
no peppermint sticky
red stripe remain
no moonlit heartache
no wide-eyed night
no words on fire
and tunnel stares
no more
my love is wiped
clean not even
the bitter stench
of regret or a
crumb of despair
is left
no lamentations
the breath you
took fills another,
I am thin without it
and the red scab
that scars the place
where my love used to be
will soon fall to the
earth softly like the
petal of a summer rose
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