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His heart flutters underneath my palm.
His lips, billowy and blue from my kisses.
His hand held the pale yellowing daffodils on a pretty ribbon
Pale blue, like his eyes, the palm of his outstretched hand
He looks up at me, eyes like red wine
My fingers touch his lips the upper, and then the nether
His eyes close taking the curtain call
I press my mouth to his
Warm as the sunlight, warm body heat

Beau, an anemic has lived his whole entire life in this town. It never changes. The leaves change the same colors. until Huxley, son of a famous cult leader from the other side of town arrives.

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