Rising in Blue

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She cut her feet
on broken sand
where the waves meet
the lonely land

In blood and brine
and salted foam
rocks churned the tide
so far from home

The moon sank low
and we were drawn
to a cloudless show
before a restless dawn

The heavens' mask
painted with flame
was removed at last
and carried away

Rising in blue
her scars faded
into the empty and new
we created

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