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Nov 15, 2005 23:43

Wet
Hot
Rolling thunder down voluptuous cheeks
Lovely lolling pink
Licking upward of a thousand faces
Stark blue
Sea green
Death black
Hazel and brown
and Violet rays
Wipe the eye
Tilt the chin
tap tap
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

The image came into my mind of a man with a crying woman, wiping and licking away her tears and telling her the same things he's told the 1000 other hearts he's broken.

I think this is my best poem yet. I like reading it.
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