Bruised
Pour peroxide to clean the wound, with numbing effects its stitched up too. Into the present, beyond the gloom. I wait for Mondays staring at the moon. Outside the air it's dry and painted, purple, black and blue replaced. it's sweet and low, perspired brow taste your femininity and kisses bestowed.
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