spectrums of you

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Indigo child, scarlet son of Scorpio;
Undress my soul with liquid retribution;
Dissect my whole with images of valiance, glimpses of cadence;
Seen scattered across the quiet canvas;
The muted easel holds secrets known only to dwellers of your depths;
Your labyrinths, your dark alleys, your unguarded quarters;
Water colour reverence, refracted stained glass auras;
Paints my dark heart with palettes of silver and gold;
Potions of brush strokes, black magic passion;
Visual sorcery, spell bound to the magnitude of your spirit;
Essence of a gentle soldier;
Royal blue affinity, magenta holds her;
Awed by white hot hope, magnificently flawed on pure green slopes;
Our journey constant, curious, colourful;
Our worlds abstract, genuine, powerful.

mj

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south of the border…

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“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not.”

– Haruki Murakami – from South Of The Border, West Of The Sun.

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