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Pure Blue
Blue as filose algae on the underbelly of oceans s e e p i n g Blue as crystal shards in the gallery of dreamscapes h a n g i n g Blue as your iris meeting my iris in beings m e r g i n g Blue-on-Blue as low music in mood tones of bass t h u m p i n p gut strings of Blue cobalt cold Blue when your iris left my iris to see Santa Fe enchantment in the faraway Blue, baby, Blue Copyright © Linda L. Bielowski, Ph.D.
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