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valentine

Posted to Action Poetry




drops of
nail polish
in "red hot"
color the room
it could have been
my blood
falling down
like rain
perking up the room
with the drain
of color in
my face
staring at the
words you sent
the hallmark of
what it is you
feel if only
i could crawl inside
the words, wrap
myself in the
vowels of it all
in the fold
of cardstock
embossed with the
bits of you
that you can
never quite
convince me of.