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Blizzards

because you are the opposite
from my other side
turned inside out
autumn's cold khaki
that clicks below
of the heels
elbows hurt
and hands slip
on door handles
abrasive mouth
kissing the back of my neck
because you are autumn
of my other skin
burned by a blizzard
autumn without shades of blue.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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