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Sax
Eggplant, violet, grey:
Hands heavy on my back as they fell
Roses, blood
And a heavy-brick weight crushing my chest
I had a dress on the calendar
for a Springy Tuesday
The plan was perfect
Chosen as delicately as Gatsby's scheme to get his Daisy back
But when Tuesday came,
When the sun spilled across the walls of my room--
Through each sliver of the blinds...
The timing was all wrong
My liver was gone
I was disillusioned
And alone.
