I live and die by Indian Eyes
Kisses of salt
Lick of savory cardamom
Each lash, each iris I live and die by Indian eyes
Cigarettes on the fire escape
Legs crossed
Each pull, each exhale
I live and die by Indian eyes
Smoky eye liner
Small breath of air
Each answer, each request
NYC Dinner Across From Indigenous Eyes |
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