nineteen

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we were dancing in a sea of colors,
awash in the oranges and greens which
decorate the edge of eternity
we were sleeping among the purple boughs which
hold the world's infinite musings
and quietly sighing into the phosphorescent mist
we paused beneath the burgundy underpass
to watch it all,
my arms around your waist
as the sea of colors flickered and hissed
and like the moon, it kissed
our sacred blue aura

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