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our eyes,
jewel set, too deep in the sockets.
glittering dully.

the earth reverberates under
our feet,
tiny quivers of restlessness
emerge through gooseflesh
and subconscious vibration.

there should be more blue things
in nature,
purple things too.
and if i held the paintbrush
we would all be clouds
in a starless sky.