Swimming in her obsidian
Or did you drown in Apache tears?
Shrinking with the inkling his jade eyes betrayed their nature
He was layered like the agate, merely aggregate of nurture
Poring over her peridot, her ignorance now opaque
With spirits so poor, a natural pour
Ruby sweet red in amethyst glass
No blood to draw from hematite bone
No innocent man to cast the first stone
Spectacular write. More brilliant than all gems
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🙂 Thank you yasmine!
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