The sheets stretch an early- morning canvas of sharp angles and long strokes, my fair skin thickened with dust and sweat, the whispered pigmentations of sex.
Daylight bleeds the colored edges of our bodies into each other, uncoated swatches in a old book.
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I've had mixed responses to this one, so interested to see if it can stand on it's own without explaining the insider designy terms.
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