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The saxophone breathlessly
cries the blue notes…
over ice and Cutty Sark
but shadows don’t rush
tracing fingers
across warm skin
tasting the smoke,
they slow burn with a kiss
and a moody twitch
touching the cold stones
as vertigo takes hold
falling into the blues
over ice and Cutty Sark.

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