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Love Bites
With every reflection
I would see myself
And only think of her
Along with the satisfying
Broken blood vessels
That mirrored the ones she had
I was her canvas and she was mine
Our lips being the paint brushes
With every delicate stroke
There was a temporary masterpiece
Her works were noticed by those who passed
The curiosity drawing their eyes to me
Then to her
We were a mobile gallery
Each elegant piece on display
Not hidden by the veil that was my hair
For the curtains were pulled back
The exhibits that were our bodies
were free of admission
We encourage the public eye to observe
The fading reds and purples
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