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Copyright Seeing it First Hand 2024 | Theme by ThemeinProgress
Cold sores coming into flower, more than one, but less than four. A shiny pointy chin and white teeth beautiful. In a three-piece suit, he stands in that classic brown, with a comb in his pocket, and a mullet of hair, parted sideways.
He smiles at his lover wearing a dress that looks like a curtain, paisley leaves in places like Eve. Happy saucer eyes and bits of pastry on lips and chest, maybe cleavage too. She has a mullet of hair, parted sideways.
On the edge of the platform, they kiss intently, gently at first, but then roughening, red flowers from the corner shop blooming, price tag attached, the Amtrak from New York Penn to Boston leaving soon.
thirteen-dollar bunch,
wild hedge, bright open poppies,
young lovers smiling.
