xiv. breathe

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staring into those sapphire depths
dazed by those azure orbs
that scream of death
striving to grasp the nattier illusions,
albeit knowing that it's uneath
dishevelled after knowing that
raw incarnadine is what that lies neath
harboring those labrador peepers
that will shed love till they breathe.

- till they breathe...

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