blue water craves to contain
even though the sunset lets go
tis no longer of interest
what longs
for the moon
and holds a cup to
the wildness of windy waves
fingering for teardrops
from eyes sun dried
light lifted
flux transfered
blue water craves to contain
even though the sunset lets go
tis no longer of interest
what longs
for the moon
and holds a cup to
the wildness of windy waves
fingering for teardrops
from eyes sun dried
light lifted
flux transfered
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