morning fog

In the dark I listen,

Sounds of blue play-

I ponder.

 

Through deep everlasting

Smokey blue eyes,

I feel as though

I have never been hurt

 

lights from machines,

shadows and silhouettes-

I declare.

 

Lease my soul to Hell

If I am never to wake

To such a beautiful sight

As those smoky blue eyes

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