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Nov 2010
Washing in the warm ruby rain
Of his world,
I had to have him teach me.

Drying off in the warm wind he makes
Steadily beside me,
Cleaning up the mess.

Humbled down by the beautiful sounds
He creates above me,
Blushing in my tattered clothes.

Please feel for me
Please ache for me
Oh sing for me,
Dear Blue,
I'll forever stare into.
Coral Estelle
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