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Bluet Poems - Poems about Bluet


Premium Member Seven Waves Lament
...I'm an ominous seashell stuck in the deep. Blest realms of gold-plated hemophilic snow Cerulean tears wet molten drops scary heap. Seven waves fade and the moon sigh flow Blest real......

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Categories: bluet, analogy, bereavement, moon, wind,
Form: Pantoum

Book: Reflection on the Important Things