blue streaks of anguish,
dry me off with the word.
drop me off at the sunrise and kiss my good-byes with burgundy tears.
tear me to pieces,
so that I may recognize the rainbows of a dismantled soul.
touch me where it burns; where the tide morphs into bark.
give me life.
give me growth.
give me a sea of choice.
open the windows and flirt with my Nature.
give me love or give me death.
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