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Love and moon juice
Love and moon juice , millicent : Image
Love and moon juice
Dip me in the lake like a lollipop
baptise me in an embrace
which finally,
finally
does not leave me aching.
Gulping down moon,
you are lilac headbands and the warmth
of whiskey,
trailing lace, watching steam rising off of burning bath water.
You will curl soft beneath my wound
like a cat beside the fire,
these swollen blisters, these exit wounds
they tell a strange tale
of a love meant to be,
a red clot in time.
Maybe we missed the chance,
but, love
let's not wait till the season turns sour.
There is still time for us
to lead a tragic life.
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by Millicent Stott
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Love and moon juice , millicent : Text
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