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and there you were, delicately cupped between
palms of sunshine, swaddled in an ever-pink sky,
adorned with jasmines and morning dew in hair;
i know not whether you escaped from my dreams,
or if my heart has forgotten itself. unsure of your
ethereal origins, i settle for basking in your glow.
you embody light, like the first spotted star on the
first warm summer night. and what might i say of
your eyes? firstly, i yield. secondly, to the deep
mahogany that stained the obsidian bloodstone,
you are my favourite colour, in spite of the
abundance of light.
