Depths of blue, the color of your eyes, the oceans I could drown in, as cold as your soul.
Distance between the rim and lips, the satin glass, reflecting the heart's desires.
Dreams of the dawn, splashes of blood giving way to azure blue skies...
Darkening thoughts, heightened senses, remembering the glimpse into Curaçao eyes..
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