Ivory

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When the sun dried up the moss, and the sea washed over it,
a thick, pale, green milk pooled into your eyes,
and your olive, tan skin glows, and your wispy hair shines,
and you’re too pretty to be any older than a child,

but you didn’t stay a child long anyways, did you?
And when you grow up fast, do you grow much at all?
You are a cowering six feet tall!

But you’re too bold to remain so shy,
too brave and too strong, and god knows why,

you say god’s been the provision, the god you know you need,
the god who’s never left those eyes he made,
so ivory green.

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