Such primordial light
in your eyes,
promises of silent blues
whispering deeper
into my mind.
I've seen this
refuge
before,
haven't I?
Your hands
the holy grail
of our chimerical
beauty,
mistaken
for cold water
on the outside.

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Silk shadows shiver
at the sugar
behind your eyes,
caught mourning
for soulful nights
when light was
not left to die.
They seek
falling snow
where cold scarce lives,
though December
flickers
in that heart
when lonely gives.

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Nevertheless,
we are smiles' patrons,
sifting froth
from turbulent horizons
for flowers winsome.

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Quiet yield,
strawberry tears
a mansion
trailing cures
for surreptitious ails
less sweet.

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