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By Ashely Diaz—

Your hearts perfume

Was subtle

Vanilla like

Plain like honey dew

You knew me but

I didn't know you

Funny: how we got here

Staring at art and models,

women’s bare concrete breast.

The colorful cow decorated wall

You got me...

The moment you grabbed my arm

From behind,

And looked down into my eyes

And said your dark pools are filled wonder

Funny: how you made me into an art show

Splattered with care: abstract:

I had Mona Lisa’s smile

With a torn dress

You saw a masterpiece

I felt blank.

Everyone saw darkness

But you said it was a metaphor for life.

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