Beating Blue from Thou

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What’s your name?

Brown eyes, quaffed hair, and a heartbeat

Made me vulnerably fragile and wane.

Prowling through the isles, now equipped

Delighted and anticipated by your existing game.

Do I ever cross your mind?

Feel downcasted conceived I don’t

Guards down and mirages grind

Will never reckon such illusion, grown

Halt soberly on you, then gulp wine

Is the thought of hope under gloom indeed a crime?

Pigment of crisp saltwater madness, just.

Visual to some, dwelled on mine

Melancholy; superficial upon crust

Blue, it is. My soul taken by thine

How can love toil from afar?

Fixated nebulas on your eyes, scarred.

Tragic; full of eluded dead stars

Unrequited it must, one-sided it went.

Admiring someone, I’ve never fully met.

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