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By sarah Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2002 Dec 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.03.22.02.10454]] |
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Deep rifts of turquoise ocean scattered between us seem of little concern when tasting you, the taste of love, is what my reward can be. A boat with pristine white sails will carry me to you, over those rifts, past all shooting stars, all things earthly and celestial, and sentiments I may regret. Stripped bare until the absence of color is an abstract flood of rainbow roses and sky. When the canvas I finally paint is an image of us, not me and you, or you and I. |