The skies are all dripping,

And running down the walls. 


My heart's in watercolors, your eyes are an ocean backed by 

Moonlight; blacked by dismal fantasies that are less than 



A galaxy, a constellation of insults coated in a cosmetic glitter of 

Charm; a skyful of diamonds corseted in mist and your 

Perfume scent. 


A lunar glow, a stellar sparkle, a solar passion burning in 

The core of you; like Pink Floyd said - 


"Shine on you crazy diamond." 

The End

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