The chill
Of dew-filled air
Draw in the morning
The world is still
Still searching
Dirt beneath broken nails
Soft earth and jagged stones
Delve deeper, you whisper
Time has already left me
Behind your glittering eyes
A constellation
So brilliant, I went blind
So rare, so magnificent
I was driven mad
Paraiba Tourmaline
Buried in my mind.
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