Tear, by Amapola Blooming (Made with Scribblertoo)
These are the colours of my loving sadness.
This is what loving sadness sounds like to me.
Every time I kiss you away,
your frail touch lingers with me.
Like a blue violin. Like a blue violin,
an aching bow strokes my skin.
Like a blue violin in this violent silence,
echoing oblivion,
caressing my defeat.
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