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blue never was the way to me
the strike of a brush against a canvas so bare
and the slip of a hand beneath pointed waves
waking up to a smoke-covered sun
gently breathing through a glowing haze
i saw diamonds in my deepest dreams
resting through a dauntless vernal night
but i suffocated
as the moonflower in a rose bush
a sodden palette of bark glistening in my palm
creating hues beyond the power of slumber
just to watch myself perish in a shattered mirror
and let my luscious tears twist my throat into a barren vignette
the seal of a mother’s kiss brings death upon golden vivacity
a place where a wistful rainbow is its proudest shade of white.
