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She asks, do you see how the white light splits
in brilliance through glass, if angle's right?
Transparent, blank, then seen through. She commits
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to crimson, lustful rose and beaming bright
lemon, tart as exposure tastes. A lick
of pink, embarrassed, warms the skin. Hindsight
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mocks jealous greens, waiting for it to click.
She knocks, waiting with purple tulips, hands
the bunch to patient lover and a trick
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of Bordeaux paints their tongues with cancelled plans.
Share apricots, their sweetness sticking skin
as floral scented sympathy demands.
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She asks, do you see farewell blues seep in?
She asks, do you see how the colours spin?
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Sophia dos Remedios
Doctor by day, writer by night, activist always
she/her, LG{B}T+
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