Gemstones speak in blue
I could hear the sun rays sing
I want warmer days
How does it work?
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The deck was upright My hand pulled out queen of cups Wisdom turned me blue
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—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
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