RepetitionUpon the flowing curvesFor all blue-tinted veins,To the rivers a man wishes toPlunge himself,To sweep the pain clearFrom eyes that bleed moreFor the ocean. Life writes itselfIn verse,As a man holds his heartWithin the rhythm,For notes that gravitateInto rhymes. He wishesUpon no starsAmong immaculate sunlightTo breathe beneath the ocean,In her arms.To swim among the galaxiesShe

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