under my skin
like that piercing tangerine ink
that stings more than the other colours
you are a bright painful honesty
showing me myself
and i can almost stand it
now that the years have
done their work on me
and you are still around
'...you are in my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter, and so sweet
and i could drink a case of you
and still i'd be on my feet...'
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