As the crack of the bosom forms
Skies above bleed tears of rubies
Vivianate pendants seep through the extravagant flesh they choke
But time ceased, right
Stop the rubies from drowning us
Stop the blue for forming on, as a cave
It’s fine the sharp crevice will crack the blue rock
It’ll cut though the rubies
It will cut through, placed at draw
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Comments1
A good portray on nature and feelings. Nicely done.
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