Lilac lids, two soft purple seashells;
Reflecting through glistening diamond soul.
Lashes swept down, golden and brown;
Bones of china sensitive to the very breeze.
I trace your jaw; you blush ginger pink.
Your eyes meet mine; I see the ocean.
Your eyes shut and all is black.
You are gone and I see nothing;
I sink fast; lured into abyss.
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