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She paints her face on the canvas long jet black eyelashes, emerald sparkle beneath a simple brow.  its like she tasted the wine sweet as it is intoxicating.  She spites the favor and the bitter aftertaste.  The lingering blush drains from her face.  The emeralds turn amber, then pale shades of lime. she spits out the wine, the mistake of a light cast tenderly on the pillow, soft on her skin ignited a flame i cannot douse. dreams without answers. fate etched in shale her tainted eyes seduce me then peirce throughmy heart

tasted the wine spit out the true taste...intoxicating