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She watches them
with a virescence,
Emerald
and
jade,
in her eyes.
Her skin itches and simmers,
With festering blemishes
and
peeling skin.

The dam of resentment starts to crack,
the thoughts,
the urges,
seep through.
Her blanket calls her
Like a siren

Like a feather
Whispering in her ear,
Tickling her mind.

Glass
and
Condensation.
Laying on the rocks,
Her blanket warms her.
False confidence repairs the cracks.

Her eyes are blue again.
Her skin stops itching.




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