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where night is black opals before the storm. out of the flames, pheonix bright, our love, reawoken, tender and ageless, pansy-faced like a jaguar of the night, purple, blue and yellow the bloodless fire, and somewhere in the hurt and the pain the ghosts like an old sinatra song sing their melodies in the sad summer hours. i don't think i'll ever feel so bruised or so dark, our love out of those blue-ghost flames.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
love poem where night is....
where night is black opals before the storm. out of the flames, pheonix bright, our love, reawoken, tender and ageless, pansy-faced like a jaguar of the night, purple, blue and yellow the bloodless fire, and somewhere in the hurt and the pain the ghosts like an old sinatra song sing their melodies in the sad summer hours. i don't think i'll ever feel so bruised or so dark, our love out of those blue-ghost flames.
now dedicated to the young people who died in the terror attack in manchester. our hearts go out to their families and friends.
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beth-fwoah-dream
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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