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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 them 
d i s s o l v e
on my tongue 
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 d 
sprinkled across the horizon
dense blue shadows on the shore
and the sun
B U R S T I N G 
through like
p a r t e d  b l i n d s
lighting up the room

They're Tangible; The Clouds: Image
They're Tangible; The Clouds: Text
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