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Reflective Irises

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You jumbled words
in your mouth,
mixing them with paper
tongue and slick saliva.

What you spat
were colors on the wood floor;
acid burned in the grains,
and no one could tell
what had been there before.

And you were magnificent,
because I didn't care
if you were a liar.





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