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you are my sapphire oxygen

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Published: Jun 10, 2018

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i trace your outline behind closed eyes and
my veins are turning blue because
you leave me breathless

Seawitch #4

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Another poem dedicated to my girlfriend.

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TheLunaLily

Mar 13, 2019

That left ME breathless. Very beautiful.

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