Dali blades of shadows
Refraction
Scales of notes on golden bliss
Connected like the tide
The mind is a dancer
She lives in the velvet rocks
She spies on the spies
Billy Holiday had style
Tree of emotion in the sea
Bright blues in flames of love
Fires as bright as AUGUSTE MACKE
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