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| Juicy red and Purple bruised, Sweet as overripe, rotten berry flows under streetlights By night like a liquid crystal thing Gravity takes her by the full moons light Pinpricks will swell with infection, new flesh takes over white scars will raise silently like mushrooms in the dark Bruises will fade to purple and green while she falls into stasis, suspended in sleep | ||||||||||
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