It must be Wednesday

She is wearing the red dress again

The way it hangs from her

Like silk draped on a medical skeleton

its cold outside

we writhe together

like serpents

the fire blazing

inside and out

iggy sings fun house

we are sky high

our lips touch

the sky is golden

She has taken all her posters down

Implanted memories ripped from the wal...

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