Violet blue
I check on my body bruises and crushed berries. why am I running? treading dews ,ferns and muddy. eyes closed against the coming wind, the corners of my eyes will draw out the lilac lines. floating in the morning air , take a breath watch the irises in my head blossoming . coming to the river and mist, quiet down sensing the halo on my face and the awakening.
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