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By Lydia Date: 2002 Feb 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.28.16.07.11567]] |
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Love rinses out - slowly, like bright red color in my hair. Streaming down my flesh, draining in my sink; all my dreams pooling red, at my feet. Each second without you catapults my minute, destroys my hour, and slings me straight to hell. I swallow my sympathy and walk down the next aisle. I am shopping for that bottled color that will save me. |