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second.
Lips,
sweeter than liquor, thicker,
intoxicate my mentality.
I’m
moment time and time again
until my imagination worked itself to break,
shattering,
before I could live it to its last
buzzed. Wasted.
Tongue,
wine red,
such as sweet liquor
lips, fingertips, optics.
press and
dissolve my fears of another
woman’s
Love, lipstick, richer than blood.
fairy dust,
I knowa really good light beer,
don’t exist
in this world,
but I have found actuality
of your mystical presence
in my memories
by picking bits of your being and my mind’s originality apart
quick trick shining moonlit
Brown’s poetry has been featured in Hedge Apple Magazine and Unlikely Stories Mark V. At eighteen, she published her rst poetry collection, Roses are Read, as well as enrolled at UNC Charlotte. Currently, she continues to study poetry and literature at UNC and is working toward a Ph.D. in English.
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