True-Blue
How easily the heart is stolen,
still the soul so slowly to be woken;
Flee from swelling screams,
farther ye spree,
further.... till none recognize secrets in memories keep;
Hold what doesn't mean to be given,
everything told for unique, true-blue eyes which listen,
for sole handed pair enfold misplaced passion missing –
you can breathe finally as like stars' exuberant blinking.
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