Sapphire Blues

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  1. “Blighted is my soul as I search the innermost parts of my spirit to find increments pertaining to gold, lost to my guilt it all weavers a bit more somber, The night sky no longer upholds fragmented diamonds, also the moon is now never full…unsated like the fool I have become.”

    I’m having a love affair with these words! Your eloquent word atristry resonates deeply and speaks to my soul dear poet!

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