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As the blue flag flies
under navy painted skies,
lost; the whole world sleeps.
About the Creator
Star Roseelk
Give me a word that fills your throat,
And rolls through barely broken lips,
Whose sound mellifluously drips and
Tumbles off of tied tongue-tips…
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