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(Light) Blue Solstice


Nothing can make you feel

better or worse

  than she can.

She loves with smooth hands

  but they will also make a man lonely.

Her comforting quiets turn into 

  terrifying silences.

Her minimalism

  causes terrible numbness.

She'll kiss your cheek at night

and bite your nose in the morning.

Touching her platinum hair

  has cost many their digits.

She loves with fury

and always takes hostages.

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