In the smallest sapphire quilt
among
crimson water and blue grapes
You blush in the heights as in a celestial night
pacifying the rose of her salt full of pride
pockets of iron converted into glass
to seek another land.
In the smallest sapphire quilt
among
crimson water and blue grapes
You blush in the heights as in a celestial night
pacifying the rose of her salt full of pride
pockets of iron converted into glass
to seek another land.
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