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nueve

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you vomit love,
daisy and tulip crowns
smitten to your sea - salty curls,
you want to consume
the cotton clouds whole :
and that intimidates
the mid-morning sky.

your van gogh blue eyes
sparkle like the night flowers,
they are ignorant to your
lace and silk existence :
but worship you nonetheless.

you wish to recoil to
mother earth's womb,
but then you hear the sun's melody
as it dies in the unpredictable oceans :
you wail silently as the
cerulean canvas blushes
pink and coral ─
and the sun promises to leave you breathless at the breaking dawn.

── mon coeur.

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a/n : this is kind of heartfelt. :)

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