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*Deck 11, Please smoke in select sections*

Vaporious streaks on indigo ink
flutter in - your emerald eyes
Tender gusts, perferate
the horizon’s pinpricked gleam.
Hands mingle with playful joy
against evaporating lusts.
Skipping stones that dash in the ink 
dredge memories of facile days.
Wanton glances stolen at lapping couples
coo in the azul night
Salt air cradles the deeped horizions
whose line falls away to indigo sight. 
Posted 12/01/09
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