Stuporby Melissa GammillMy hand reached out saying "I've missed you" under the yellow moon of truth. Your wine-tasting lips greeted mine momentarily as my heart exploded fireworks in the alcoholic stupor of honesty. And years since- I've discovered that those colors still bleed under the same yellow moon grown older -that my lips are still stained this permanent shade of loving in the sober stupor of grown-up dreams. |
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