Jar of Blue Hours

I want a blue scarf, printed with seashells in the sky... I want a blue shadow eye glass, printed with constellations on the beach... I want a pair of blue shoes, printed with flying feathers on the air... now I want a printing machine, to print my inner peace in blue...

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'Empty bottles lie beneath me...'

I'd rather have an empty bottle...

'Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships...'

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