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barrierspark
barrierspark Older than the oaks
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My outside need no longer keep my waters a secret.

Pacific

Make me as blue as the hydrangeas upon my sister's grave.

Paint my amber eyes sapphire,

stroke them until the sea hums within them.

For my skin was once celestial -

my freckles a promise of night -

and while I still catch glimmers of the dog star barking between my ribs,

I'm cornflower.

Pacific.

And my outside need no longer keep my waters a secret.

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