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lips
false as a beach
damp
a pearl on the lip
dampened
the blackness of a tear

falling

aside
(wet leaves in a book will not dry)

falling

the memory dies
slowly

a plate held before each face
saying who am i

the moon

(the moon after all)
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       acacia, luca, AZUL, Adrian Newman, Jamadhi Verse and 2 others
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