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Cerulean blue

Cerulean blue is the lips
  Of the winter storm, of her kiss
    Conveying, agony & ecstasy  
      In her artic eyes
    And in the darkness of my night
   She is my gravity,
 Her moon moves the tides
To wash me clean
 

Written by deadwolf
Published | Edited 7th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Was tryin to sleep, but these words kept popping up in mine head, an would let my rest until gettin my lazy arse up & writin them down, lest forgettin them by mornin light... Dont know... may have to come back an rework this, someday... someday;
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