Her - a blue reflection child star - a breeze.
A climate in the air, the breeze in a glance.
When summers dance it just diminishes past.
Sleep rushes for there is life, a mark of heavens heir.
I think how there is hope in the mirroring glory.
How our lives are familiar in needless cries of a cold world.
When an angel has a single day I surrender myself with open eyes.
I bare flesh and she hangs around me, knowing.
Along where I am holding dear, a bare naked love.
An image conjures tender life in no danger blowing.
I wait for the lesson to stop time and the devil in my hand is cool.
A child star walking beautifully past a swimming pool – a breeze.
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