circles
circles of stars
hands embracing air
the smell of
a cold, wintry night
a little further away
the ocean’s brimming
a hazel prose
red and blue pearls
a dream all in pastels
my senses
over your senses
a little light comes in
your eyelashes
touching
a pale-rose-teat
there’s no music
but
dew drops on me
circles of stars
hands embracing air
the smell of
a cold, wintry night
a little further away
the ocean’s brimming
a hazel prose
red and blue pearls
a dream all in pastels
my senses
over your senses
a little light comes in
your eyelashes
touching
a pale-rose-teat
there’s no music
but
dew drops on me
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