Saturday 5th April

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I DREAMED:
 
Two ruby lips spoke words I’d written, twisting their meaning, 
turning them bitter. It was you, dressed in something brutal with
razor edge, shoulders like landing strips and sharp lacquered
hair. You were straight out the 80’s, pale skin, high cheek bones, 
mascara eyes, all attached to a face that had never smiled.
 
(K)

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