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You're a little blue flower flourishing in my head
nourished by all the things between us left unsaid
nourished by all the things between us left unsaid
Literature
Aquamarine
the ocean gave you her eyes;
fixated on the moon, the tides
ebb and flow and you search for
a cliff to erode, a ship to hold,
a beach to breach and break
yourself open upon.
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pollutant.
he is a boy devoid of sharp colours, rises
like a distant sun fragmented through city
smoke plumes, he paints skies grey, he
dilutes turquoise seas, he is always a shade
of nothing. his girl, she dresses him in clown
colours, masks the void with scarlet smiles
and peacock feathers, but the hues all fade
under his watercolour touch. i used to love
him, but he stripped even the lightest shades
of happiness down to something faded,
something missing. dreams in greyscale,
life in sepia, i ate blood oranges and painted
my skin pomegranate and clashed so
beautifully with his frown i think he forgot to
cry when i left, dressed in theatre costumes
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Washed away.
His lips were
always bitter
blue; his
lungs spent
so long drowning
in the weight of
his gasping
windpipe he
didn't know what
calm seas felt
like.
(breath slowly, slowly, slowly
was all they ever said.)
Washed-up on
empty shores, his
driftwood
body lay broken
on the sands at
dawn, feelings
in two and lips
still bitter blue,
but this time there
was no
movement as the
waves lay weeping,
finally
calm.
(and the lonely sailor
wandered forevermore, never
again to touch the distant shore.)
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This is quite Lovely