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Ash In Her Words
She's choking on blood clots
over the moon
her mind has gone wondering and
it won't be back soon.
She's talking to angels
under the sea
her windy expression
is causing a breeze.
She's purple mixtures
of all that's not good,
her shape isn't changing
i don't think that it could.
She walks with the devil
and flies with the birds.
Her mouth is an ashtray
and she's ashing her words.
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