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Pastels by Maryann Hazen In the thin space behind eternity It’s almost time; Tick-tocking for the women who live in acrylics, water colors and oils A masterpiece of bare, black Pencil pupils And crimson crayon lips Whose blood thunders Exposing a blue-haired predator They fabricate a diamond look, Burrowing into photos. Beholden to lovers Who appear to take it But mostly just wanting And waiting.
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[Snarl! of the month] [I Don't Care What You Think] |