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new face

masking tape
me up a new face.
These are new games
that I have learned to sway.
cheaters fail.
He is desintegrating
and I can't water him back
to life.

kissing games do nothing
to heal war torn bodies.
my kiss' sweet lips
taste only the source
that we can only find
in brown and green.
earth colored episodes.
sweet earth that
tastes like.

This poem was written by Elizabeth A. Dudich on Oct 22, 2007.

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