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They're Tangible; The Clouds
like icebergs coasting through navy skies
I want to lick them
taste them
graze them with my lips
feel themÂ
d i s s o l v e
on my tongueÂ
I want to dip deep
my fingers
peach skin smooth
soft like bare soles sinking into
plush carpets
balls of cotton
plucked and
s c a t t e r e dÂ
sprinkled across the horizon
dense blue shadows on the shore
and the sun
B U R S T I N GÂ
through like
p a r t e d b l i n d s
lighting up the room
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