INK STAINED WORK
I know what she means, every move
I know what it took to turn the sky blue
I know all the effort was in us praying
my owl swirls above guiding me to a place
where ink has no color
where fires are replaced
where teddy bears wear a crown
and the clubs in Paris keep their players alive
that lavender is the color of the day
we play on the earth for a kiss
we want wisdom to guess how
how we can rescue those left at home
xx
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