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Apr 2024
An angel
in a bridesmaid dress
gliding past bodies
clones and the rest
through butterscotch smoke
to lift up my soul
and gift her lips in sin

swapping secrets under strobes
in our barstool island glow
bodies swelling at the shore
turned in waves of stereo
breathless velvet
master craft
tied her tongue
to mine
and laughed
never the bride
Riz Mack
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Riz Mack
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