Pure Blue



Blue
as filose algae
on the underbelly
of oceans
s
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   p
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     n
      g
Blue
as crystal shards
in the gallery
of dreamscapes
h
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  n
   g
    i
     n
      g
Blue
as your iris
meeting my iris
in beings
m
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  r
   g
    i
     n
      g
Blue-on-Blue
as low music
in mood tones
of bass
t
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  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



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