Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
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To read with it is good. But real meaning is beyond ordinary reader and a little tough it is felt.
Oh Dawn Fuzan! In all this world there are so few I would hope to talk to moreso than this beautiful being, May Swenson... Alas, I must wait for the stars to part for my soul to reach her... And I'm saving a very particular smile for that very day..... This incredibly lovely confessional poetry just ripped through me....