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Refrain

  • Dec 25, 2025
  • 1 min read

The sun carries a refrain i cannot hold.


The warm chatter of her voice-

A beautiful elegy that


hurls me to the marble floor.

Her eyes paint the colours i had only dreamed to hope

Her song a hope,

For the blue of my toes.


sophie

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