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dangling above the cerulean sky
fingers combing the clouds
pressing the sticky dampness
in graceful hands of long fingered ivory
like molten diamonds
to drip and make spots
on the sun
a deep breath
hands together
palm to palm
the knife pierces the envelope
the cold caress over skin
and she exists the warm womb of earth
bursting into never ending night
pricked by untold dreams
the shiver sweet ecstasy
of being pressed no more
drawing the cold moons
absorbing stars and systems alike
expanding till naught exists but she


and she


dangles above the cerulean sky
and she dreams of more.

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