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Cacophony

Her skin gave nothing away.
A cacophony of color
conceived from centuries of jet-setting.
Tones from every edge of the world,
ancient calligraphy to a modern mind.
Color me yours, darling.
I’ve moved on from primaries.
I need a being from between the lines—
a bit of offworld intrigue.
Tell me, can you see Earth set from Venus?
Poem by Chris Tarello
Artwork by John Beeson


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