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Jul 11
Apologies

Like a cloud, overhanging
the colour blue,

where we lie
maybe not,

those residing words, written out
after a night once again.

Left alone, always
the colour blue.

Draining roses,
in minutes staining

I'm blushing,
you're vacant

it's day again.

Littering nameless things
breath in draft

Intrepid,
naked anatomy
sticky with vapour

and the subversion of
my smile,
inspirited between us

where spring lives
in the transitory skies

just like a kiss
goodnight,

goodbye.

Blue
The colour of you.
Rox
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Rox  F/Sydney, Australia
(F/Sydney, Australia)   
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