dirt on the welcome mat

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Fine words, not print,

Snatch the most from you.

Take your chances

And skip straight to

The x and dotted line,

But each letter you sign

Will be in ink invisible,

A language unknown.

Skin so red,

Coated with a golden sheen,

Crinkled around her mouth

Just like the notebook paper

Her tanned hands smoothed.

Doodled ink hearts

On the outside

Met the inside

Pretty quickly,

Sunshine radiated

Through curls

Twisted, tied,

Stretched back to make room

For a scribbled smile.