Peter (flamecow) wrote in thinkoutloud,
Peter
flamecow
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not sure about the last three lines

air pushed
sand lifts
your dress
some hair
blown around

you're standing
on carpet
so yellow
so thirsty
for blue

blue comes
then leaves
you see
going inside
sitting down

ocean sky
seagulls cry
yet sitting
you cry
slowly reading

someone's finger
or nobodies
traced lines
the straightest
the horizon

at dusk
night's coming
sky red
blood soaked
who cares

clouds float
near clouds
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