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Sep 15
the broken sky melted
through his fingers
my face cupped in his hands

old tears faded
turned frosted turquoise
or silent pink

and i wonder

- do angels collect vintage
in crystal cups? -

if broken is precious
and rusty is gold

what happened to yesteryear's tears?
soul melody
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soul melody  46/F
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