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infinity must be shades of blue

war paint

old brushes flutter over forearms

fingers sweep across jawlines in groups of three

drips of royal rain collapse down necklines

drizzle into hair

(stained further as we card our hands through)

legs are pressed by palms

handprints left as memory

streaks of darker-than-sky

swatches bridging wrists

ocean-dipped fingertips tangle

drying paint coats the curves of our necks

a second splintering skin

splattered inverse stars freckle cheeks

stretched by grins

lips half-touched by blue


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