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swirling air currents, blue, wielded in purity shows peace and chaos.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
take me to the skies with you, next time you go. teach me freedom’s language.
scream into the void, unheard, unnoticed, until you’re blue in the face.
haughtily coursing through aristocratic veins; accident of birth.
“The most powerful person in the world is the storyteller.” -Steve Jobs storytelling. crafting. shaping. a terrible power we all wield.
turquoise pill, promise of sweet relief. not health I crave, but sleep’s escape.
bird’s eye, sheet of glass unbroken; come closer, taste salty turbulence.
Are the eyes of my ancestors watching me from the children I’ve borne?
God’s hidden treasure found by tourists, yet does not diminish beauty.
Did Mozart compose in blue or black? And Shakespeare? Did the hue matter?
how I detested the frenzied fear you provoked for final exams.
if my lips linger on the muted blue of yours, will you resurrect?
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