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CYAN ST.
His face was carved, spotless.
Handsome and tender as honey.
I wanted his eyes.
He wanted my legs.
Old boy in tie-dye and denim.
Nails grubby, bitten to reddened stumps.
Standing on Cyan St., our salvo jackets…
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